Saturday, July 04, 2009

The Shadow ©©

Alone on this long road I stand
Facing east as the dieing sun warms my back
I watch as the dust settles on what once was
Before I turn to follow what might be along a western slope

Yet, why do I look back?

The dust covers a life that once was
The faces from places hidden in the fog
Mysteries, secrets to become twisted legends
The sins of the past

Was it wrong or fate?

To the south I see the markers of yesterday
The cries of the children, tugging at my ears
The sunset burns my profile against the dieing sky
Another forgotten moment in time

Was it all worth it?

North is the beginning
It’s where it all starts
It’s where the northern lights meet at sunset to dance
Far off to the horizon together

Is that the end of the road or the beginning?

The beginning is to far behind
The end is not close enough
All that’s left are horizons west
Following yet another sunset

But will I always look back…

Walker

4 comments:

Kay said...

Amazingly enough, I guess, we are never really ever at the begining or the end are we? Very thougth provoking peice.

Kathryn Magendie said...

breathtaking . . .

BlazngScarlet said...

No end and no beginning ....

Brosreview said...

Simply brilliant mate!