camino

i am full of war song sadness.
gathered to you in disguise i
am past you, i who lived beyond
the path, beside your route, your
avenue,
a roar on the moors,dwarfs my lonely
sigh
i am casting
myself upon the edges of those
lanes you touch
weary lover
i am a broken tourist low
with dissent, i can
travel no longer with only my
bones and conscience, even
if i am dismissed by you,
i would cross the hardened steppe,
to come upon the highest land
and trawl the eastern shore
for the sound of you in a moment
yes, how is it that you have thrown
yourself so far away from me,
what was it that compelled
you to become there,
even now
in the nightstillness i am
soaked up with longing,
perhaps i should not keep
my slow wander, perhaps i have
gone too far now, perhaps
i am forgotten in all too
dull a litany from one of your
thousands of ways through.
i extend my roots to you, across
however many shifting lines
it takes, i am spread so far i
bend like fire entangled in the bleak
wind, if you would only see
how i am awakened by you,
if you would only open yourself
toward my gentle pain,
i would follow the dust that
dances; the passage of your
arrival.