Empty Says The Glass

Does passion leave behind?

You will never know any thing like what you think you are meant to,

They whispered that through countless trees,

of which I had tried.

When did honey start falling through where only sun light did before?

My world a treat if only I could move such 'Crazy Feet'.

Some one mentioned democracy, i steered a conversation toward conifer and braile.

And how might a blind man read should he have never seen a tree,

And lay his fingers upon it's bark?

Had no one lay beneath a star, and realised it was still alive?

Had it been only so long ago,

As i usually wish it to be.

Where had i been, and who had i been lately?

Oh save such sweeter thoughts for the journeys you prey to thinking upon.

Came across this from March 2010.