Traveled

The sun doesn’t warm my shoulders the same way it once seemed

The moon on the darkest night doesn’t have the same bright beam

I look to the sky to try to understand what has changed up there

Hoping for something to fall from it to comfort me way down here

I follow my shadow carefully around the day

Starting from nowhere and ending the same way

The roads I have traveled aren’t as long as they used to be

They are the same distance to travel but are less interesting to me

I hear the questions of anticipation and youth that mimic the past

Streaking through the day trying to get through it with great haste

These eyes have experienced horrors that have dampened the soul

Compounding inside the to make the darkest hole

Before I expose myself to the hottest of days

I smother my body with lotion to protect me from its violent rays

The shadow behind me is growing to an end

But I must continue forward even though someday I too will descend

The earth below my feet patiently waits for the day

That I lye my head down on it with no other intention but to stay

Written by Lanis

Sunday, February 22, 2004