Passage

Come down feet gently lands on ground cracks in pavement this I sense Fallen dreams, walking once again, alone spider within the pages, enhance that coordination creaking joints A young couple walks towards thee Sun passes heavenly deep scarlet tints of lilac, burnt blades of emeralds Eye contact, I saw their insecurity camaraderie of not knowing their place why the disappointment? He has walked these steps unwittingly lightly, memory like a document ...this I see process the corners for one to relive. yet he feels no attachment, whispers in the grain fades, disconnected, sinking in mud Allow him passage to the country He shall sit in his rocking chair listening to the sounds As his soul exits thee's mouth passing all he's touched... spirit utters... "Do I have an option to repeat?" We gracefully shout "That you do old man." For thee is yet to get out from his journey our buried wisdom on their shoulders Their unknowing circles