the years are old men
carried upon timeless wings.
i get dragged along.
voice less
in the forest wind
i hear the world’s saddest song.
sung in my own voice.
sawing logs
sweet slumbering sleep
embrace me in your soft arms
into your bosom.
longing
the long winding road.
a destination ending.
a life still longed for.
am i always
i don’t know myself.
not like i did in my youth.
who am i always?
winter feed
upon the green grass
a big bouncing brown bunny.
feeding on winter.