Coastpoet

There is a road
that has been where it is
for a long time.

It begins
where nothing ever was
and ends

where nothing could be.
It is an overgrown way
choked by years of decay

and forgotten by any
who travelled its course.
Time has no meaning

along the road
and thoughts of those
who were here

mean even less
when life that was
has burned away.

©Coastpoet

The sun shines down
on the winter day
teasing a change.

I feel its strength
and know the cold time
will give way

and what is now
shall become
what is to be.

I stand in the light
of the winter day sun
and move from the cold

of what my life was
to the warmth
of what is wanted.

©Coastpoet

In a quiet place
there is a moment
when all other moments

seem less important.
It is where
I feel the edge of my soul

rub against the thought
of who I am.
I wonder at my own existence

and feel myself
being drawn to a time
that is no more

and has never been
within the memory of my life.
Shades of visions

passed in a distant fog
dance about
and where I am

in my private self
makes no difference
to where I have been.

©Coastpoet