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
watching
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
The Ace Hotel Notebook 