Old Routes



Send me
to a deep grey sky,
and let me wander
amongst birch and poplar
on silent shores.

I like to contemplate
the essence
of falling snow;
those intricate patterns
in a complex field
of fluid shapes
and shining embers.

I`ll continue
along my way,
this old route across
frozen rivers
and distant forests.

In laughing I can sing,
in loving I can cry,
and in this open space
I`ll remember to say
a prayer for
unborn stars and
the dying stones
of these thirsty rivers.

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