Waystead  

My feet grow down,
these spirals reach upward
to teach others of sorrow, loss and
joy moving forward..
when did we forget honesty-
becoming more alive,
faces turn inward,
seek the truth truth truth..
burning embers down to the last
core, another sunlit score,
met james dean and kerouac
the other night..
they told me to fight fight fight
until daylight burns through
midnite.

all these ways drift down
the road to sleep,
little bo peep has lost all her sheep.

waking walking
aware of a hundred thousand other
stares, into the stars the constellations
bring their blessing..

over the moon
these hearts swoon..

© 2007 Ryan Baier