Saturday, January 2, 2016


On my way to a place
I longed to reach,
I saw the world in reverse.
Trees passed by -
Tall trees in the woods;
Dark and mystical,
Leading lines
To the mountains
I was so close to reaching.
Tall trees,
Silhouettes in dusk
Leaning to whisper
In my ear
The tales spun
By frail footprints..
Like reminders
Of the almosts
In the twilight tint.
They passed by
One after the other,
Tall trees
That left me longing,
Only this time
For all that had been.

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