home beckons
from distant
and
strange lands.
wild places lost
to memory,
or clouded in dream.
but nowhere
ever,
does he hear his name.
Category: The Road Goes Ever On
creeping phoenix
sun slashed brow
and summer's
sweet promise
breathe fire
into this somnolent soul.
what joys and
treasures await a
true awakening?
you may
never
know.
sunset swing
lofted low, beneath
a smiling horizon,
your lover awaits with tantalizing
promise:
a brand
new
day
what has passed
may yet come to pass
for some,
but never for you.
you will miss
the calm whisper of moonshadow
which,
already slips
across this goosebumped skin.
memories
sweeter than summer jasmine’s nightly call
lead me astray,
and errant fireflies
light
the road to abandon.
i should…..
i should return.
return to what I know, but
perhaps home,
is where the wild things grow.
forward
perfection
in the seeking.
satisfaction
in the journey.
knowing
in the forgetting.
faith
against it all.
and there,
my beautiful friend.
is you.
standing triumphant
& battered with glory.
let us,
together,
fall
until we cleave
to forever.
Journey’s End
tattered soles shuffle along,
finding
pieces
of beauty
here,
or
there
then resting,
impatiently.
peace through solitude,
like peace through war,
is no peace at all.
every journey concludes at home,
&
home
is where
you choose
to give
peace
to a deserving soul.
come home,
where you belong.
footsteps (II)
the familiar clapping
of bats’ wings cloud my eyes.
i’ve been here before.
hoofprints in the snow,
from whence i have come.
i’ve been here before.
sorrow’s bitter twang
does not sound here,
because,
you see,
my friend,
I’ve been down this road,
before.
fear rules a tender heart,
but a fierce one,
oh!
fear fears to touch that spark.
love can only grow,
with,
or
without,
love can only grow.
i’ve been down this road before
without compass, or guide.
i strut down this road today
with nothing left to lose.
i roll down this road alone
for only i know the way.
Riverlands
trickles
of
hope slip
twixt pebbles
and dreams.
life
moves
on:
downstream.
here i am
standing in this river with you.
feeling
life
push by.
i will fall,
and float
away,
into the realm
of dreams
made real.
come,
if
you
dare.
All Saints
ivy
clings on grave
things.
&
i miss
you, and
i love(d) you.
you taught me
to dream, and
now i can fly.
you taught my
heart to sing,
and now i fight
with a smile
and a swing.
You
were
Love,
and
Love
never
dies,
so
i will always be with you,
Tanty.
thank you.
Routes
a missed connection
takes me
takes everything
closer, to where
I did not know
I needed to go.
familiarly,
&
gingerly,
blind fingers linger
and play
on strange keys,
worn from countless others
yet sweet to my touch.
but,
a horn blows,
and reconnecting paths appear,
filled with old stagnant fears.
i close my eyes…..
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