BY THE WAYSIDE
10.23.19 “Soft Journey”
Light spills
from the weathered
eye
of an autumn dawn
each letter cast upon
the fragrant sighs
of her rose bloom skin
a tide which pulls within
tender thighs
a river of whys
a notion which pries
as our lips lay thin
for the rays descend
in clouds of the risen day
as cool hands loosen clay
between desert sands
of foreign lands
from tips of the words we pray
may we stay as a dream
and form as bands to bind
what stands unseen
between leaves as they slip
bereaved from the hollow guise
of the stoic trees
each petal a page I must read
for the dusk hangs in the eaves
of a subtle ease
between tender arcs
of wayward reeds
as they rise from the sleeves
of the wandering stream
a chance to be free
as oceans in the breeze
Į.Å.F.
10/23/2019, 7:47:18 PM