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