I walk on...

I walk on and,
I don't look back

with the breeze,
some times chilled
at others not cool enough

with sunshine
Ouch! scorching at time
Gentle, otherwise

I walk on and,

I don't look back


with moon light
humble to the core
though mysterious in its own right

with night
making moments sensuous
but not always as I thought

I walk on and,
I don't look back

with day
passing by
without noticing happening so

with the time
healer of its own sort
peeler, too of a special kind

with every moment
I walk on and,
Ah! I look back, though I walk on...