The Thirsty Miles...[of Somewhere And Such]... Poem by RK

Where dimming distance is the only kind
Of parallel my longing sight can meet,
These feet turn too large for somewhere to find,
Still sitting lost by lone and heated street...
Where drying feathers roam to soak their shifts,
To such fleeting quest place my lowly eyes;
Sublimed on branches, broad oblivion drifts
Still, blazing through glimpses of leafy skies...
Where shadows get tired of their tangling node,
Fainting from this body for fresher air;
In silence I may fall all weary-toed,
Still the roads would echo- somewhere...somewhere...
...There, by the dusts that wait for soothing rain,
...At my end of your miles, I will remain...