spirit

the night rolls slowly
into the embrace of day.
lovers intertwined.

the years are old men
carried upon timeless wings.
i get dragged along.

in the forest wind
i hear the world’s saddest song.
sung in my own voice.

the long winding road.
a destination ending.
a life still longed for.

i don’t know myself.
not like i did in my youth.
who am i always?

the night is snoring.
i’m awake cursing his sleep.
sand in my red eyes.