On the Road
The seeds I sow.
On a road, the seeds I sow
Are pieces from the past
Even a figment of a face
is a member of the cast.
Connected by a fragile thread
Though tangible and real
Yet part of my daily bread
In my mind, they steal.
Vestiges of history
Parts I call my own
Unravelling the mystery
I know I’m not alone.
The brave and bold, young, and old
Line avenues of breeze
The airs a pair what I’ve been told
Once sailed these ancient seas.
It’s in my blood, and a flood
Of moments reminisce
Until the opening of the bud
On a night like this.
I yearn to pause and ponder
And walk where others trod
Into the unknown yonder
The paths I want to plod.
And as new truth unravels
The layers peel away
Piece and parcel of my travels
Into a brand-new day,
A day where love now lingers
A place where dreams come true
Trailing through my fingers
Amour that’s overdue.
©
David Rudder
2023
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