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.
Night floods the afternoon
Drenching silver-lined clouds in ink,
Seeping through lawns and streets
Until all is drowned, slowly beautifully,
in unforeseeable future.
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.
