My mind rose from the guilt edged fog of the valley.
Spirits blocking the truths that lay waiting.
Homeward bound truths of life and death.
My own self responsibilities , some how to be met.
does my feet as they lay down this track.
Sweet intoxicating birds song, reminds me of the sobering fact.
Fall he did,
leaves floating down in the summer breeze.
pulling the water serpent downstream.
Isolated flowers floating on the surface.
Smile dipped memories, that reconstruct his face.
© Deon Heemskerk 24-1-2013