An echo from yore

crystalled in ruptures of dry leaves
my life made a humble beginning
a new page a new title
and a new me
running through the strings of guitar
a rhythmn never played before
like the dew drops still young
on drenched needles of grass
a calm gaze , a humble walk
through the dream of yore
lying in the bosom of sacrifice
and every other dilemma
now unstrings all by themselves
for i dont chase my dream anymore
its knocking right on my door
waiting for my next move
and i dont even get up
for what i desperately needed
does not impress me anymore
guess i came of age
to share the fate of trampled leaves
to nourish the barren land
for the seeds of tomorrow
need my ash
to phoenix a new beginning
on old pages of yore
i finally have
a new beginning......