Under a Gibbous Moon

A Work in Progress 

107

I can’t go on I must go on I will go on

though they call me back to them

sweet memories fade

Dust collects on solitude

rain washes time away

erasing wolf prints in the snow

Time pulls my existence along its rails

providing room and board

myopia magnifies reality close-up

Shielded by spectacles myopic eyes

explore far horizons a passing world 

now in focus an island across the sound

Where headlights can be seen at night

traversing curves and hillsides

mostly hidden by trees

Under a waning gibbous moon

highlighting with shadows a decreasing surface

I must go on a new moon beckons I will go on

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

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