Pathways

Winding down wrinkled bumpy lanes , halting steps not taken back Barefoot strolls over hot rough streets, skimming across smooth asphalt tracts Friends, neighbors and lovers after all turned their backs Life shows once again its cruel wrath, onward down these same long paths Those cool dark shadows touched, the small pools quickly douse the burning feet Plodding slowly thru puddles devoid of rage and grief , cool rest stops to beat the heat Life is green and vibrant all along these ways The lush green grass and tropical flowers all welcome happy stays A momentary pause to quench the ire, Onward down these paths as I retire to the sea I go at long last and till it passes, will time recall these lonely treks Treading the smooth velvet of white burning sands piled high with jewels , cars and houses upon every land White capped waves pushed by careless winds rushing madly to meet the sand A pipers fluttering feet , seeking food for winter times, dances between the rolling surf Invisible riders ,catching waves sailing over warm gentle breezes, marking their turf Points of light , growing smaller as they march down the sand , disappear amidst the hazy skyline Orange orb ,rising moon, merrily shows it face, sitting between diamonds and black ,eerie and sublime The deserted beaches of mid September, all full of life s remembrance The laughter , the playing children , the sun at your back The cool waves lapping toes and feet, we run to these quiet little pools to momentarily quench the heat And finally plunge head long into the salty deep Life once more is given back , the wealth, the friends, and boring jobs ,the ones that rob life, love and sleep Where are those days , those first halting steps taken full of strife I long for the cool places and the short dark shadows reached full of life