Friday, September 28, 2012


At a crossroads, horizon misty
and still
as Loch Lomond...

You forged the way, once upon a time.
At your ankles, one-eyed cat trotted along.

Compass in palm, determine anew
the reason, 
the rhyme!
If your path sublime,
cat will jog 
with you
for many a season,
many a song.

The heavens embrace ghostly
trees, dream love, twist of lime,
a dust of rime.
Blonde bureau gently lit
in blue,
contents arranged. Twilight boils

Ye tak' the high road...