Saturday, November 14, 2015

To some promised land or other

Over that river on a slender thread
of hope, to neither the top
of the hill nor the comfort of
a shaded glade.

Along that road to the village of solitude
most treasured, of comfort and ease, where
I settle into yet another home, with
heart filled with hope of renewal.

Good-bye and farewell to the frantic thoughts
of loss and consequence.

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