Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Friday, June 15, 2007


On the cusp of this slow morning,
unbidden memories of your chameleon eyes
rode in on the crest of a pale blue wind.
But then I lost the details of your face
when the scent of blooming lilacs
distracted me the way they always did.
And so I mourn for times long past
when simple walks and serious kisses
let me deeply drink in your eyes
and force your face eternally out of focus.

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