by David A.

Light-footed wanderer treading the faint path

Of times uncertain, moments force through you 

Impatiently like a half-hearted laugh

Passing before the poor punchline is due.

Determined traveller walking to no end 

Left-right left-Right, uneven pulsing steps, 

Withdrawing precious hours ahead to spend

Then stumbling all too soon on thorny debts.

Brave warrior, oh Bright star forever burn 

Even as you’re resigned to set too soon 

Pursuing the long trail where dusk must turn

To find you safe, beneath the watchful moon.

The trail where footsteps cease, and silence stands

Waiting to carry you to kinder lands.