Distant Lights

Perennial.
Dry and dusty,
fine ashes on a well-trodden road,
deserted
By phantom feet of the past.
The ground is littered with prints
Trudging into oblivion.

The path rests, darkened
wainscoted by evergreens
In thick formation.
Hoary trunks pull away into mystery,
Hiding half-forgotten narratives.

A faint mist
Shrouds this seekers path.
As if the rain
began to ascend
Before it had the chance
to hit the ground.
Elderflower hangs in the fog,
A whispering scent.

Glimmers of distant sunlight
Bring hope to these tired legs.
(Maybe I’ll reach it if I keep going)
A teasing of warmth on cool, bare skin
Brings strength to persevere.
(No thought of stopping)

Moth to flame,
Pushing towards radiance,
At the end of an endless road.