There and Back
By Lynxear
Walking in the twilight Down a country path, Walking by myself Far from urban wrath, Walking very slowly Dirt scuffed beneath my feet, Walking heel to toe Sensing no retreat. Sitting by a river Watching life drift by, Sitting to the west Clouds blazing in the sky, Sitting with eyes cast up The stars a cloak above, Sitting there in the silence For an answer to my love. Listening to the sounds Of nature wild and free, Listening to the birds Duck, loon and chickadee, Listening to the rustle Of soft wind blown leaf, Listening for the answers To end my heart felt grief. Wondering if she is there Or is she just a dream, Wondering if a fantasy Is all I will redeem, Wondering why love runs Leaving shadows merely cast, Wondering if I’m not blind To happenings of the past. Returning to the present Along that well worn trail, Returning ever slowly Donning cloak and mail, Returning to my life The problems that I weave, Returning to that mask Of sunny make-believe. (c) Jim Nov/2001Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 12:08 PM PST angst
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