Autumn nights and quiet woods,
Mirroring lakes without ripples,
No screams of pain or skid marks
From a life in full retreat.
Only heartbeats, echoing contentedly
Like a retired summer breeze
Inspiring flight in nature’s red wings.
The sun departs over purpled shores.
Creation’s stillness breeds the first word
Of dawn’s restless hunger.
A journey begun in the dark,
Roadless and strange in the sun’s shadows
Around the revolving light of life’s beating core,
Peaks on a summer’s day
A’churning a white-painted lighthouse.
The sea is resting along the coast,
Occasionally teasing, with its black bosom,
Silvered rocks leaning on the land.
Against the horizon: tall gray peaks
Pointing towards the dusk’s golden realm.
And I, filled with earth, filled with sky,
Am in want of nothing but to walk with hope
Hand in hand.