Going In Direction Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

there is such road
somewhere in clouds high
which I am treading
from time to the time

with hand luggage
of my dreams and dreams
it a road for nowhere
and to everywhere...

it isn't hard for me
I have wings at shoulders
then again most silence
pleasant and faithful

is in my favour on the back
I have the rucksack
and the fog under feet
and the one thought remained for me


I will find way to you...