We
started
late in trying
to catch the pastel break of sunset
But the road winds around,
curving past the slopes and peaks of the hills
so that the light comes from behind,
from the right, from the left
And when night falls
we are abandoned in the dusk
smiles and eyes alight
Alone on this endless journey
chasing the sun.
Dedicated to my dear friend Cassidy.
Cross over the shallow running water
to where skyline meets buried rootstock
Jagged rocks peek past overgrown reeds
and the brushstrokes of rosy flutter plastered
with invisible droplets meld into ticking clockwork.
Indents in the wood worn over time remain
a Game played by Children and Adults alike.
The sky was grey, and even the words people spoke were grey; they curled in the density of the morning fog, ethereal smoke from a dimension that offered nothing but looming depth and an overwhelming desire to change.
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