I Am Dreaming Trails Poem by Reva Kern

I am dreaming trails
in the afternoon -
Golden hills, green pines
dusty Holm oak -
Where will the path go?
I am singing, traveling -
Along the way
dusk is falling -
The heart had
a prick of passion
starting the day
now I feel free.

In all the country
a moment remains,
silent and somber,
meditative.
The wind sleeps
in the poplars
by the river.
The evening darkens
and the winding road
begins to fade
becoming more obscure
disappearing.

My song turns into a lament
a sharp penetrating wail
a locked heart could feel.