Gone

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.