Along The Way

the swollen stream of life carries me away

surrounded by gaunt and grey realities

and unprepared alone I swim away from shore

leaving behind the heaped ashes of the past

with cards and souvenirs and relics of our passion

unprepared for resistance to being led away when

the shapeless torso of the wind sighs with relief that

I am safe-docility & obedience hold me together

with half-forged memories my spirit can’t be tamed

and the dust fairies can’t be contained making me happy