go

the sun is setting on the years

the highways we unraveled

are recoiling in the dusk



must i always weep

for the joys i have had?



go easy, wanderer

your outreaching

is noble, and beautiful at least



"the most sublime act is

to put another before you"



if the wind is the usher of time

then the wind is our friend



uncoil a path,

and go before me

i'll go laughing in the dark

and waving grasses

for when the dawn comes around

let the good times roll

where are the glories of the years?

i caught it in the perfect of a day of rain

and the late light when it cleared

walking with you in the evening

like i've lived it and can finally

die smiling

what hides in the years?

this glorious unending

oaf god

o Artemis

go put her in a cloud

but she rains my water

and i cannot help myself

send her under ground

i will sink below the salt of the sea

o Artemis of mud 

and feather fletches

can you explain to me

the magnetism of rivers?

i will rest if you let me
where the cool waters come together