eyeing the pilgrim road
the Master Poet ponders
all possibilities
the power of the light is always here
the wisdom to seek the light comes and goes
it is now gone
so
(upon the pilgrim road)
just a few stragglers
just a few
(but still
a few)
a few are there
-----------
the road goes on and thru the mountains
the saints are still here
the light is still here
the Master Poet sits and eyes
the pilgrim road
tears and pure strength commingle
the children of tomorrow tremble
are trembling
and await
the pilgrims on the road
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
eyeing the pilgrim road
the Master Poet ponders
all possibilities
the power of the light is always here
the wisdom to seek the light comes and goes
it is now gone
so
(upon the pilgrim road)
just a few stragglers
just a few
(but still
a few)
a few are there
-----------
the road goes on and thru the mountains
the saints are still here
the light is still here
the Master Poet sits and eyes
the pilgrim road
tears and pure strength commingle
the children of tomorrow tremble
are trembling
and await
the pilgrims on the road