I don’t know where I’m going ….

The gorgeous voice of Scottish singer Barbara Dickson from the iconic Mike Batt Album – Caravans, is spinning through my mind …with her haunting voice and thoughtful, searing souls searching lyrics.

Mike Batt wrote the score, for the 1978 movie – Caravans – which was a 1978 Iranian-American film directed by James Fargo and (loosely) based on the novel by James A. Michener. The soundtrack which I have on vinyl, was the most successful element of the film, remaining a bestseller for many years after the film’s release.

The core message of the Caravan Song resonates with me at this point in my life … and whilst listening to the album yesterday, precipitated a sole searching discussion with T

“I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m going”

My life at present (summed up in a sentence), moving forward, but with no definitive end point or goal at present, the horizon, or some vague mirage of one, is there, I think…  I am moving on, towards some end point (I hope) but not sure what awaits or where I am going, and how I will get there.

All I do know is that I am going, but to where or what awaits, remains a mystery…

The morning sun is waiting in the sky
And I think I’m gonna break away
And follow where the birds of freedom fly
I need you give
I need to live
For the world is slowly turning
And the light of love are burning
In my eyes

Caravans
Oh, my soul is on the run
Overland
I am flying

Caravans
Moving out into the sun
Oh, I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m going

Caravans
Oh, my soul is on the run
Overland
I am flying
Caravans
Moving out into the sun
Oh, I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m going

Caravan Song
Mike Batt ©

Awaiting a New Dawn

night runs to day

light chases the dark

 is the pain receding

what approaches over the horizon?




the time of evening starlight fades

the lamps grow dim

in the approaching new dawn

show me where it hurts?



turning westward

facing my fading shadow

as a new dawn rips it from me

splitting me in two



what is lost might not be found

I feel the void upon my thoughts

I contemplate the other side

as I wait for

.... paradise?

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Pain

pain fast approaches

crashing into you

ripping all asunder

pulling it in close

embracing, holding

desperately trying

to keep all the broken pieces

together

.......

clinging not ignoring

desperately hoping to transform

........

pain to compassion

anger into love

fear into kindness

.......

needing

positive energy to sustain

through the travails and tempest

that assail on this journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

A Question…. ?

A question to comment or ponder on:

How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?

Expectations

 

I’ve always had expectations

from the first time we met

realised our dreams

forged in conflict

on life’s anvil



the world keeps spinning

even when you let go

although my head is spinning

as it all slows down

the forge cools



my dreams keep recurring

I don’t want to wake up

to the possibility

of diminished expectations

and forgotten memories

…….


but still I linger

for the dreams to become

real expectations

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Closer

closer to edge

everyday now

any day now

it draws nigh



into the void

how far

how high

dare we go beyond

the realm



dare to dream

possibilities exist

its there

within our grasp



closer and closer every day …

© 2017 michael d emmerich