Leaves crackle beneath broken feet.

Woods graced by shadows greet.

Silence whispers like hardened stone.

One thousand miles come and gone.

Skies flicker a subdued hushed gray.

Gnarled limbs like fingers point the way.

Down by a winding stream the soul comes to rest.

Visions soar above the trees at hearts lonely behest.

Life parlayed by angst; subdued in gentle hope.

Creator begets creation; souls constantly grope.

Leaves crackle beneath broken bloody feet.

Silence like the hardened stone delivered now unto sleep.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/2008