August 29, 2012


An old man
his lined face
falling into focus,
heavy with the age
of many lives,
my own just another
on his load, his deep eyes
witness to all the sadness
of the world. His hand
takes me slowly
toward the destination
we both seek,
to which we
have traveled before,
only to leave again
on our silent journey,
so far away,
following the stars
for evermore.