Journey's End

Faint starlight peers through clearing skies, An easy wind finds sleepy eyes. That far off sound I first mistook For jingling bells - a lingering brook. My horse is bedded down with hay And will not stir 'til brink of day. No sign of sleigh, no bustling feet; No watchman on his nightly beat. I think of long-forgotten days And roads that led to other ways; Past stony walls and woodland shade, Past promises and choices made. I think of colors, new and old, Blue butterflies and fading gold. I find myself at journey's end; My final chapter freshly penned. I sigh...then settle back with ease And clear my thoughts of yesterday. I catch the passing midnight breeze, Then silently, I slip away... I slip away...I slip away.