Friday, October 28, 2005

The Ending

Seed: they must be traveled alone.

He told me I must travel alone
but I did not believe him
until the day his wild spirit
fled as the swallows rode
wide circling into the distant sky
and I lay quiet
alone in the wide bed
listening for the voice
no longer near
to learn his truth

1 comment:

Vi Jones said...

This speaks of that ultimate loneliness that comes to all of us sooner or later. So beautifully done, Fran.