Questions enroute

Which is the way,
The one I am yet to see.
Of pebbles it is,
Composed of flowers I dream.
When will it end,
At the daybreak of roses.
Of time it is,
Composed of eternal happiness.
Who will wait for me,
My beloved in a lovely gown.
Of hindsight it is,
Composed of love in dual souls.
Why would I travel,
Of a quest to know.
My world ever so small,
Yet ever so vast in its reality!