Moon-Silver

This road might never end,

Like a silver coin,

Flipping over and over and over,

Spewed by the darkness,

Melting back into it,

Bright beneath the moonlight.

I don’t care where this road goes,

As long as it just keeps going.

Further and further from the darkness behind,

The fuss and foghorns,

The bellowing and bullying,

The dead-end streets, and dead-end speeches,

So long as a different darkness keeps swallowing up this road.

This road is like a silver thread,

All alone in the universe,

Suspended in eternity;

Who know what hides on either side?

And when it finally frays away to nothing,

Who knows what’s at the other end?

I don’t even mind.

The only thing I fear is that I’ll reach that end,

And find myself back at the beginning again.

Picture credit/discredit: author's own work