Searching through parks of desires and dreams,
hoping to find the path back to his,
drawing him closer stands a solitude tree,
with reflections of light,that lies underneath.
and there is a shadow cast by
a girl standing close by,
hands on her hips,
eyes toward the sky...
And quietly removes his coat,
lays it at her feet,
kneeling on the ground,
he follows his heart,
picking up pieces
of each broken spark.
diligently moving grass,
back and forth,
careful....not to miss,
that last broken spark.

Calmly folding his coat,
he reads her thoughts,
"let them die, for of me
they are no longer a part"
And he feels this connection
between her soul
and what lays in his hands.
And without any sound
she hears his response.....
as he rises....and hands her
his coat.

"So why stand here
with that look in your eyes?
For these are not parts of him,
your leaving behind.
And now I must leave,
to start my search again,
For the place I left my own
hopes and dreams."

And as he turns away,
She understands his search,
Wishes him well and says....
"Thanks a bunch"