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.