throughout this life
passion is easy to find
yet harder to follow
but when the road is swallowing
me whole
and the people’s faces blur
into the treeline
i will call upon the melodies,
those memories that abstract me
i’ll dream up the valley
that i love so much
wander its desert paths
and rocky sunrise ridges
i will think about the face
that i love more than i know
about the hands that i almost held
and had permission to call my own
i will sing and listen to the echo;
oh, the embrace of distance
means i’ve got a long way to go
the vastness of the meadow
and the closeness of the trees
carry forth the random bliss of existence
i cannot see around bends
but i love whatever lay in wait
for quiet footfalls to trespass
and trigger an event
to keep inside my head
for fireside stories
of love and lust
and defeat and mistrust
victory and near misses;
life.
but when i near the end of my path
where the ocean drowns the sun
i’ll know it’s time to take a rest
and close my eyes for all days,
smile, cross my heart and hope to die,
a child of existence.
