30 September 2008

walking fifty miles

on melrose hill i count each single star
the night is heavy but i have the time
to think about my purpose on the climb
and wonder at the passing of each car
this morning distances did not seem far
and now i feel each little bit of grime
still looking up the moment is sublime
and nothing can this perfect journey mar
each mile has put its stamp into my feet
so much is obvious in the tropic dark
as i make game of what is still a test
my heart must wonder at what i will meet
the kind of future that i have to mark
and the long hours still left before i rest

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