where the road had led them

Автор: Донни Маклеод


How many miles they passed

until they reached the consolation here?

How many lonely souls

became a little lonelier?

How many worlds

appeared on the maps

of their wrinkles?

How many times they lived

and how many they died

until they reached the state

where time doesn't matter?



Are they alive

or are they just a dream

I saw this afternoon in sun-bathed garden

abandoned long ago

where grass grow

through the roof

and windowpanes are covered

with rust and silky dust of days?



Or are they maybe us?

What we'll become

in endless years of pushing further

the borders of our worlds;

of walking empty roads

filled with the stray souls;

of attempts to remember



our home.