Pathways From Heaven

Hidden through the leaves of the mind,
feelings are ebbing through
growing clearer, sounding louder.
But what can one know?
and how much can that person show?
When they themselves cannot discern.

And to wade through, ever on,
into the darkening night.
With their mind in one hand,
and their heart in the other.
Set the frame of a star crossed lover
on the shadowed path of revelation.

On and on, till shine of a distant light,
with leaves of a thinning kind.
Let their feeling flow through
into the steady stream of meaning,
may their words convey that feeling,
of a once shrouded thought of friendship come love.