Adrian L. Kerley

Days are quieter now

     and the travel much lighter,

and as I walk onward,

     eyes fixed forward,

face to the winds,

     I find erstwhile friends and thoughts

following close behind,

     never more than a few thoughts away,  

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all in different voice,

     all from different days,

some sunny, some dark,

     some from childhood,

many of my children at play;

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each, a single point of light,

     most from endless days of bright,

others from storms better left at sea

     beneath the clouds inside of me,

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but all so real in current voice

     at play in perfect scenes of choice

and all still there though years fly fast

     as if their part had just now past.

   

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 ~fin

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