Ley Lines | A Poem

 

I stand on a silent ridge watching the sunset.

The words you've written silhouetted in the sky 

Soon to fade with the last Light over the horizon 

It's not that I want to go 

I feel the hands of my soul reaching out to you with each second that passes 

But eventually all days end and their light fades,

I'll wander from the ridgetop down to the bottom of the valley where the creek winds its way through the reeds on the forest floor

As darkness descends, I'll look up into the sky again to seek your words 

But I'll find their silhouettes replaced with empty starlight

Estranged twilight glow

Above my head as I dip my toes into frigid glacial water. 

I didn't believe you when you said you would stay.

Spiders emerge from the matted mountain grasses 

And I wonder If I might have had the chance to watch the sunrise with you.

I don't think new things come to those who wait 

I believe new things arrive uncontrolled. Like a squall on the open ocean,

Or in the subtle surprise connection of otherwise two strangers.

Something akin to the discovery of your new favorite song on a Tuesday afternoon drive. 

I often find myself asking of me: 

“What is it you are searching for?”

And as I look over the various maps I've once held in my hands,

I still see only confused ley lines to nowhere. 

I don't think every aspect of life requires a road atlas

I don't want to retrace my old footsteps 

I don't want to preserve my footprints in sandy beaches

I want to look at New horizons 

Foreign skylines 

Spend a night looking at The same stars from a different perspective 

And watch the sun rise on a new day with eyes that still hold the light from others.

This is what memory is 

This is what letting go is 

This is where venturing into the unknown begins 

And my heart whispers Its excitement with nervous palpitations

Let us write our own words in the sky 

there to be silhouetted against the brightness of the setting Sun.

Ethereal, beautiful and new.