Toward

A poem.

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To travel, far off,
Toward childish fantasies.
Past visions of greatness,
Standing inimitable—

To the way that winter blew,
And washed away the sunlight,
and the rain rushing
Through the shore.

To the way of the solstice,
A memory of what may last:
A moon-faced dream that
Understood rebellion.

To wander in the streets
Of beaten-up avenues,
And find the lost glimmers
Of hope—

To the way of nameless cold,
Faceless and silent,
Diffident and destructive,
An imaginary friend.

To the way of unnamed days,
When wandering had been
Possible… like the path of rays
She once had run through.

To embark on a diurnal journey,
Never-ending,
Eyes watering from the
Ever-changing seasons—

To a world stretching eternally
beyond withered eyes.