I stare towards the tree line, misshapen and abstract on my eyes Fading in autumn’s chill and leafless emptiness that I still cannot see
Oh it is there, screaming at me, waving in the wind, calling in birdsong But my eyes travel more… a distance well beyond any footpath I’ve taken
Shelved on the high land vistas now filled with charcoal persuasions So very far, miles on scaled dotted lines, asphalt tearing at my soles, untied laces drag
Still I gaze, following my heart into loneliness Reaching for but a hint of a smile, a fix-all for that broken heart, a mosaic sponge to catch your tears…I find none
Tossing a stone, it bounces on fielded diaries, words of pain scribbled before even a thought Collections of wishes in a four leaf clover pockets, brushed of life’s unfairness
If only I could hold you, safely beneath that frown, gently with the touch of every meaning, building a wall to turn back the sorrow
Ivy covered in green temptations breathing of trust and love, lingering at locked doors to secure peace And yet, I can only stare towards the tree line…blind and worthless