Winding Ways

No light
No stars
No moon
No guide
No heart in I can mine confide

The sun to horizon does descend
Alone on a road that has no end

My mind twists and turns in winding ways
Like the twisted paths of a taunting maze

Give all I could to grasp a hand
A hand as gentle as soft white sand

To lift me from my knees, the dirt, dust
And whisper to my soul that hope we must

To carry me to where the earth and sky are one
And feel the warmth of a rising sun

It will come as does fate
Patiently for that hand I do await