Sunday, January 23, 2011


                                                    
Paths
                                                  “Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,”
                                                        Tintern Abbey  
                                                                   William Wordsworth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
Time was I did not walk this path alone, but words uncounted
could not tame the world to hold your shape once more.

Gone now, like so many, gone and I await some future call,

but until then I am here, remembering a questing spirit,


who pads the pathless night, the trackless starfields,
the wild aurora, thru great winding fields of light.

But remember to return by way of these tamer fields
so that one day we may take that walk together.

                                                                Guy



                                                                    

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