The Last Mile

Across life’s topography I follow fate’s footprints. Many streams in spate I swim in storm with hopes held close to heart, lest they drown. Chase beguiled butterflies in the verdant valley. Dreams fly through rainbow arc, streaks of the setting sun wrap me with rapture, in my meadow I see dewdrops dazzle like love. As the spent sun sinks with lingering trace of twilight, I walk the last mile, until the time is up.