South

South

A Poem by RuseInex

i want to go south toward the sun
on a chalk white,
dirt road

i want to go south,
forever trek
never stop,
though i can go no more

carry me road,
make me disappear into you,
stretching far and
endlessly
i want to walk you
'til i can't anymore

i've seen you under the noon day sun
stirring my heart,
my dreams
full of mystery

i've wanted to follow you now and then,
since i was a kid heading east
i've wanted to follow you now and then,
searching for you
finding you,
staring far away
into you
leading south,
like a living thing,
moving forever away,
to the line
of your horizon's rim,
making me always wonder
what's beyond
to the line
of your horizon's rim,

you've always been there,
always will be,
always on my mind,

i've walked on you a little ways,
once or twice,
long ago
but i've always been pulled back to the starting line,
by those i can't leave behind

i haven't walked on you in a long, long while
i'm pulled back
by the ones that can't walk on you

i can't walk too far
i'm pulled back
by the ones i can't leave behind

i get busy,
so busy
i can't travel
i can't move

all the more
to stare down your length
that leads forever south,
to see what's there
stretching onto your forever end
past infinity,
full of mystery
shrouded in your scented wonders
along your waysides,
your slopes and winding turns
the sacred sounds,
to meet around
each dip and rise and bend
of your path,
moving me at a human pace,
carried by your chalk white length,
to meet
with my head held high,
the expanse of a southern dome,
of a turqouise sky above
you and i

i want to go south,
a never ending path,
that leads,
full of life

© 2017 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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