Across the plains of life
The steps of every moment
Scuffs across the memory
Of where one once has been
Behind us
Are left the footprints
Light-footed
Deep set
Amongst the weathered
Environmental changes
A compass direction
Of the sun and stars
Shrouded by moon and cloud
And the prints lead towards
Lost horizons
Waiting on the edge of now
Marking time with the lost image
Of what we are meant to follow
A spark of life
A blur
Smudged across the naked eye
Espies a road less travelled
A gate unhinged
And a weary wanderer
Ventures through.