Another Hour, Another Mile

 

This journey seems forever,
an endless odyssey, a trek
into the realm of utter fantasy.

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Take this weary weight from my shoulders.
I should make a fire and rest a while,
for the wind blows snow-bitter cold,
and I have gone many miles today.

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I have been alone before
at a thousand night camps,
standing, kneeling, gazing,
drawn to a fire's dancing flames.
Awed, I've watched shadows play
as distant lights trembled in the sky
above high, wind-blown, clouds.

 

I still remember quite clearly
the fiery trails of meteors,
the falling stars I wished upon
in the vanity of my own desires.

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For you I sojourn in this dark place,
lost on this wayward voyage.
For you I endure these empty nights.

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These fragile memories I carry
are but a few mementos of lost days,
charcoal fragments of a burned out fire,
an awful weight to drag me down.

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Come morning, I will rise
and walk again, adrift
as I listen to the wind
whisper in the trees.

 

You'll always be with me
in my thoughts,
around me, everywhere,
and I will feel your presence,
closer, for just a little while
as I walk for another hour,
another mile.