The Journey In Three.

The layers and patterns of the forest melt in their eyes
The path had no destiny.
And under the tent where the rain sometimes reached they remained silently numb.
There was no need for words, no need for news.
One once felt this feeling. Lonely and sweet.
The other two could learn by watching him
But always in silence.
And on their smile there was the only sign of life,
But such sign didn’t appear so much
Then every moment was sacred.
They treasured it quickly no to be forgotten
All the memories they had was kept in their mind, unspoken,
And the sorrow of old lives burned in the fire between them.
Their footprints erased by the wind.
Their existence unknown.
This was their world, unshaped, intangible, unpredictable.
No one would never reach them there.
No one would never harm them there.
No one would never take them away.
No one would be needed.
For them was all they needed
All they loved and cherish was in their eyes,
All of their make believe.