Distant Roads

Dare I search for that

Fleeting instant, rare

As catching lighting’s

Wild form, when along

Distant roads of starlight

Paved, our eyes dare

Stop to hear the others

Song?

Is it worth the tide

Of sinking suns and

Rising moons, painting

Sorrows of forgotten

Hues across the sky

Into a canvas void of

Shape, purpose, or

End?

So long has that road

Stretched on into

Nowhere, so full of

Madness has that canvas

Grown, wretched weariness

That only leads to

Lethe’s comforting

Shores.