On a midsummer night

To draw a line or to define,
some questions are only asked in mind..
But the curious heart still walks along,
the paths and leaves that sang a song..
A song for it never called its own..
the dark winds.. the darker shore...
Away it ran but it was not its own..
the little red beats in someone else's moan
it reached the sea to see the ship sail..
to disappear in the world even more frail..

invisible lines are harder to define..
the sorrow stuck moon but did shine..
what followed were the footsteps of a ghost,
a past, a present, a future without hope..