Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The road

Shadows shorn from shouldered shapes declining,
drawn from rested elbows of the turning path,
draped across the lap of listless sun and sorrowed earth,
casting darkness, mottled, through reflected light,
to hold the image constant, drifting, dappled shades,
which lead the way to distant lure and dreaming sight.

Potential held within the arms of curving branch,
that moment on the road to hope - horizon's call,
where what lies far beyond does promise more it seems,
and yet, is harsh reflected, burning silent on the dusty road,
in contrast sharp and rigid, captured in the glare, unsheltered,
sweltered, aching in unforgiving vision, as freedom is bestowed.


1 comment:

  1. I can't help but think of Percival and the quest for the Holy Grail as I read this...or some noble quest which pushes us onward. A better land? Liberty? Far Arden? Whatever the road leads to, you describe it beautifully.