The years become seconds
when I can’t find the time
and I remember the minutes
that I could have made to last forever
when two angels lost their wings
to fall and talk to you and me
and point us in the direction
of where we aught to be
Driving down trodden paths
flowers trampled over
the bleached bones
of what we used to fear
the myths
we tried to understand
the words you or I
dreaded to hear
when faced with
the thrill of the unknown
and the wisdom of the road
The trip began on
the first day of creation
the destination lay
on the sixth day of rest
And everything in between
Urged us to move forward
instead I looked behind
I am here now
where I wasn’t
when you were there