Monday, February 10, 2025

That place, that memory...



I dance along the path

    lonely emerald fields on either side


I gaze into the distant canyon


    and know that I cannot enter



Every star seems to smile down this evening

    each one shines its own way

    and the world is quiet

        it does not know I am here



The crisp air haunts me

    its aroma seems too familiar

    yes, but under different circumstances

        this would be true



there seems to be an end

    as the mountain peak swallows up the sky

    my perspective is my weakness

        outside the world is new…