Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Choice


Pressure pounding mind

finding it hard to say

lips clasp farewell frantically

praying to midnight moons

salty tears tingling skin

when distance wins

conjunct tests weight

two full loads can carry

camel back acrid journey

still steps soothing sands

vast valleys vying odds

parallel pulse pushing

seeking their own grail

sailing sideways

dreaming discretely

glancing briefly

eternal grief

lasting belief

that something’s

always

there.