i am walking across a vast plain

the limo recedes with every step

it’s ghostly passenger stares out his window

caught forever in his web of regrets

ahead i can dimly make out a shining city

worn paths branch off here and there

leading to inviting copse of trees and running streams

comfortable homes

the sounds of song and laughter

glitter, lights, chrome

well worn pathways littered with the wrappers of dreams and desires

the path i follow is faint

finally fading away

before me the way becomes darker

drops away into folds and rocks and a deep forest

things flit among the trees

hang from the branches


trackless and dim i choose my entry carefully

one is as good as another

knowing that somewhere ahead

always ahead

lies the shining city

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott