What time of day is it away from home?
The sun is always setting
over the mountains,
the valley always cold
and reflecting the light of the moon and stars,
silver river,
broken stone.
One more time I’ll make my way up the path,
yellow gravel like chalk painting pictures
on the soles of my shoes
and leaving my mark on the carpeted sidewalk,
light a metallic golden
ringing in the silent darkness.