That dreamy road
That road of tears

flies of summer buzzing round
pubescent sweat,
oppressed by more than
seasons heat. The slow beat
of endless days following
the hellish track,
each dusty breath
leading back
home.

Autumn storms
charge like fleeing herds -
migrating birds walking
a wire - the journey
begins. Trees sing the last post,
dipping bows earthward
as if to say,
farewell.

That dreamy road,
that road of tears,
leading ever onwards....
 through the years.