The last thing I want
is a journey with a destination.
I’ve been too often disillusioned. And you
offer no illusions: traceless and travelling,
only haunting the land.
I’ve written stories about wandering
for no one to read. I’ve imagined it
countless times – a wind, or perhaps a tide:
a ghost of no consequence, homeless and transient.
I’m only a child, I know. But I would be a ghost
with you. I’ve never wished for anyone to hold my hand.
Let me walk in kind beside you.
Let me keep pace alongside you.
Let me leave footprints matching footprints,
fading in the sand.
Completed June 28, 2006.
This might be the closest thing to a love poem I would ever write. Originally written for my Star Ocean The Second Story Wend experimental fiction project, but it stands on its own.