Riding to the edge of town
For one last look,
One last showdown
Into the darkened sky of memory.
To breathe in the comfort of hometown breeze
And wistfully recall the 'could have beens',
The 'should have beens'.
Racing brain energies clinging to every sunny day curtain call.
Too much to gather at a glance.
Too strong an emotion to sever ties
With auld lang syne.
The lake is a stranger,
And the forest paths are cul de sacs.
Old heartbeats die hard
For thoughts of dance halls and road trips.
It seems so distant, this farewell to arms,
But it is enough to know
That these miles were traveled well-
They were caressed in spontaneity
Through the eyes of a dreamer,
And the dream lives on forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem