Twilight brings the faint noise of a dog whose failing bark yields to night The silence shatters from within I realize the days and miles have added up too many times The stepping stones become a blind crossroads I cannot follow I turn and enter the room where candlelight sketches my past and the moonlit faces of comely women, faded poems in hand I see the quiet street, the unpaved roads and the directionless signs Days became miles became days and miles became years Gone.
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.