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
