Missing Shoe

Sighs and wistful thinking
                        upon my brow
                        pen in hand
                        and still in nature
                        nothing speaks for my heart
                        Look out past the ocean
                        blue horizons and
                        clear futures
                        but for now
                        sandy beaches
                        and one missing shoe...
                        The wind brings songs
                        somewhat like the past
                        knocking on my hidden door
                        did it disappear
                        when opportunity waited
                        silent on my doorstep
                        patient for me to arrive
                        did I drive too quickly
                        with no time to notice
                        that missing sole
                        carelessly left
                        or thrown out
                        on the side of the road
                        too often traveled
                        Or did I discard the shoe
                        unaware of the importance
                        of the miles it once walked
                        If I found the artist
                        to stroke the color
                        into the dream
                        of the imaginary journey
                        would he paint two shoes
                        or one...