watching the glow

©Fernon

approaching the night light I see the shooting star twinkle as it burns. the heat as it passes singes my wings but I continue to flutter. gently cascading along the glow of the cloud line, past the setting of the not forgotten sun. the journey progresses in the intended fashion past the distractions that could do nothing but. on to the place where the finale is intended to commence. that spot that has yet to be created, the only place to be. which one will be beside me?

i walk the line, the one too narrow to walk alone but too wide to bring the party. tapping the surface of what lies beneath and wishing i had brought my shovel. the hole I need is deep and the dirt is too thick but the sunlight will help me burn through. at least that is the plan. as the wolf wanders through the brush i hear him in the distance. his breath is hot and i feel it when my eyes are closed. i wander further in to my story, the one i have yet to start.

soon

© Fernon

The smell of petrol fills the air as we putter off to the next destination.  Not far now, but far enough that eternity seems short.  The golden man on the corner glances, I smile as we part.  Hills here are vast and endless covered with lands that produce things that we all need, want, desire.  The path to get there lined with stems that hold the birds and cast their shade to keep the beneath cool.  Multitude of colors  fill the hillside and create the dreams that seep into the holes to pass us through to the other side.  Getting no where fast...

Sooner or later