There is a signpost up ahead
But I can’t see it yet
Adrift in my own fear
Clinging to that hope
Time races by like a runaway train
I thought I had something more to say
The fog collects as I reflect
On my way to already there
An end that ushers in a beginning
Somewhere straight ahead
Can you see it?
I can, I can, I can only glimpse it
In my dreams
Thanks to Linda Plaisted. This is one of her exquisite photos which capture so much with so little. I lifted it from Flickr.
Check her out at http://lindaplaisted.com