They've Closed the Road

Have you heard,

they’ve closed the road.

Black ice reflections deep,

like a mirror from the archives.

We don’t want to see

ourselves like that.

There were dragons in our skies.

In the photos, we were lit.

We glowed as fires raged 

down into our roots, leaving

ashes hot enough to solder

hearts forever closed.

All the rocks you threw, 

endure upon the path.

A cairn to mark our end.

We cannot see this through.

The lights that lit our way,

all weakened and gone out.

Scalding rivulets erode,

what seemed once so smooth.

Tears corrode the surface. 

Turn back, do not advance,

there’s no way through, 

no passage or deliverance.

This road has made us old.

Together we grew so high

but there’s a crosswind 

and we are so tired.

The ditches of the past

are a dangerous place to sleep.