Moving

In a rush so it seems Though nothing I want lasts long enough

Coldsnap dew gently resting

Shimmers in the birthing glow

Disturbed only here and there by woodland creatures

And soon to leave no trace



Down the road, where I head

Another chapter, a new life

Completely foreign to me

Soon there will be no trace



The golden light peaks through

Between ancient gnarled branches

Who may see their last summer

And be no more



I pack the car though a chill fills me

A sentiment that I’ll never return

At least never the person who left

No trace of me



The gentle heat melts away the tender dew

Washing away natural beauty

In a rush so it seems

Though nothing I want lasts long enough



I feel the sorrow of the moment brush over me

Like the ethereal light of the moon

Dying away, outshone

Could that be me?



Growing up, so long wished

But longer still wish to be young

Youth, naive and fun

But fleeting, just as the dew under the sun



In that prime, golden hour

My tear of sorrow weeps no more

My path slowing fading behind me

And the road ahead looming in the mourning shadow



I wave farewell to what, I used

To know that I won’t again, return

Changed and different

Washed away by the flow of time



Sun kissed dew

The only thing that replies

As it too knows

Nothing will be the same



The puff of exhaust trails behind me

The last remnant of where I came from

Hanging on as it is whisked away

By cheap whispers shredded



Too comfortable with the heat

I roll the window down

To feel that familiar coolness

I toss my head back and sigh