This is a time of
separating paths
but pacts need not
be broken.
You and I will know.
Know all the cars
that cross the border
past the weathered sign.
Welcome To A Brand New Place
I can see your face
reading the words
but your lips don't move
your eyes don't blink.
Stand over the bridge and
let pebbles fall into the river.
I needn't hold on
to these former times
I find they remain.
This is a time.
Blessed are those able
to relinquish control
to the trees.
Blessed are the trees
whose falling leaves
fertilize the soil.
You sit there
steering wheel in hand
facing something and saying
so this is God
I am a mere child
once more.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
This is a time of
separating paths
but pacts need not
be broken.
You and I will know.
Know all the cars
that cross the border
past the weathered sign.
Welcome To A Brand New Place
I can see your face
reading the words
but your lips don't move
your eyes don't blink.
Stand over the bridge and
let pebbles fall into the river.
I needn't hold on
to these former times
I find they remain.
This is a time.
Blessed are those able
to relinquish control
to the trees.
Blessed are the trees
whose falling leaves
fertilize the soil.
You sit there
steering wheel in hand
facing something and saying
so this is God
I am a mere child
once more.
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