Walkin on Air

Lost Tracks

A bridge before me I clearly see
slinger allows as nature soughs
and brings to mind track without rails,
where sleepers bunch, creak and crunch
longing for feet to tread its pontoon
in lover's chase, to laugh and swoon.

It guide me will through gurgling brook,
through sumpy marsh map clear direction
leading through every nook and crook,
elicit forest-roof leafy benediction
that shelter me from storm gods' wrath
an ancient gloom of thunder aftermath;
would I but dare its boards to stride
defying fear Earth's hidden secrets betide,
then surely back I once again shall come
to share your love and comforts of home.

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Lost Tracks

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