Coyote Trail

It Still Is, But Are We?

Do you see,
The path
The laughter we cast
Like nets
Upon what is so vast,
A meadow beyond our past.

Vivid ruins, but oh so fluid,
Like rivers filled,
Oceans dawn,
We meet,
At each
Swim to be,
To play
But cannot stay.

Will we remain,
Or shall trails fade,
But I see, the green grass sway
The summers are far from grey,
Though now,

Be swaddled among pain,
But threads of sheet be of jade,
Sparkling, a serenade,
Stands of decades.

Homemade,
Traveling near
Yet spun like strays,
An escape,

Funny,
The path remains the same,
But the trees,
The air,
The soul,
Resemble, but bare effloresce, of change.