With a follower in suit I try hard now to keep the journey under me.
Unlike much of life which has been a weight seemingly ever more each day,
I escape to a land of unknowns and unknowing eyes to emulate unknowing truths.
But here am I standing in the wind, sitting the sunshine, dreaming in the moonlight and dancing in the melodies of mind. To wander to places once seen by another's words that hit my ear in time of relaunched passion in their hearts.
Where is the passion I once had for wanderlust of mountains. When my faithful body was but a slimmer motion of ease and temperance. When my fingers itched to be within the inner circle of excitement and longing to touch the untouchable fruit.
Alas, now my belly and I who are trying part ways, find it so hard to renege on the friendship that has been so long in growing, find wonderment in how the roads walked by our feet were so long and turning to bring us to places that seem light years away.
We cannot turn our own hour glass, but merely watch the gains fall from above and know that eternity is not on our side but beckons us across the end of sands to the heavens of time where no sugar can sweeten anymore, or worst yet to a roasting finish.
My road is a road but may not be yours, follow me and gaze at the blunders I leave behind me. If you can sidestep these and those of your own then you will last the sands but tumble with me and more, will see you where we dare not mention.
Mise le Meas Jan 20th 2011 after seeing a follower of the poems
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