by Jake Murray27 Dec 2014
I met you on my cold pilgrimage
along the stark ways, through the harsh trees,
by the barren lakes. Your heart sang out.
We walked, sharing our journeys,
followed by our memories staggering,
barefoot, behind us. By the side of the
road we sat and wept and waited.
Then in the ruins of an abandoned house
we lay together for three days, drenched
in love, sharing our hidden knowledge,
cradling our private joy.
The pilgrimage continued. We went
our separate ways. The road stretched
on through the mountains. Each of us
carried our burdens into the secret night;
ahead of us the shining towers, the
soul-drowned Field of Stars.