Endless Lanes Of Cobblestones

Observations while sitting at Starbucks in downtown Gainesville Florida

as life fades
into each stone

cold and barren
through the
spinning dark

from metal shoes
to rolling rings
of iron

as slapping leather to
blackened rings of
rolling rubber

those faded dreams
and prayers forsaken

in times of woe
and whetted cheeks
of salty drips

as silence speaks
in empty laughs
as sober lost

pain full moments
now a blurry haze

as could have been
moments live in a
forgotten dream

like broken rungs
on an end less ladder
in a pit of despair

for as watering eyes
do not see beyond
the rippling water
of endless time

like those empty pools
on the long lost faces

on the endless lanes
of cobblestones