The Path I Missed

I walk wearily down a mud laden path;

direction unknown,

 the haze clouding my everyday follows.

Destination veiled, I wander aimlessly, hoping

some magic destiny will find me;

but life holds little wonder on this day.

Look just off the road,

perhaps you can see the path I missed;

leading to that secret garden,

where children still dance and giggle

in the warm, bright sun lit afternoons.

Take me there, with you;

away from the everyday to a happier place.

Let us dance together with the children;

laughing in the moonlight

to joyful sounds of Pan’s flute.