Solidity of a Breath

Fallen petals from blooms
upon the gravel I tread-
I ache for knowledge
Of what lies ahead

Gone is the light of logic
that kept my path true-
Where should I search
for the sustained I once knew

The path no longer straight or winding
simply imbalanced, unlit-
Yet but listen...My breath
and to this I commit

Deeply in, slowly out
no longer looking but hearing-
Logic is Knowledge put into Action,
"Pick up the gravel, Revel the clearing"