Thursday, August 29, 2013


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