The Road
that journeys through magic colors,
starlight, the sun's refracted waves,
pale shavings of dissolving time
swept along the infinite paths
of you, me, all who've come to be,
of lands unknown and forms unmeld,
but a wish it stirs a quickening
deep within the heart.
The Road
that journeys long and far
past all creations thought imposed
seeks a meadow lush and green-
Elysium where time does not belong-
nor hint of travels or travails,
nor memories save laughter and love,
yet in the joy of its final teasure
discover, a new road to travel on.
Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels
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