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.
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