Under changing skies

Under changing skies

Under changing skies I wait

and wonder while I wander.

Preferring to walk and think

rather than sit and wait,

let the world pass by,

friendships come and go,

I score a path behind me

human snail in the trails I leave

upon the hearts and lives

of people new and old.

Hoping trails leave a helpful

imprint in the minds of those

who stumble across them

and whose lives have been left changed.

What will they remember

when I'm gone?

The ever-changing sky of life,

a character reduced to simple words

faint memories etched in time,

or something greater, more profound

which sears the soul

and leaves burning tracks

through mental pathways

seemingly dead?

Under changing skies I wait

to see your face,

and feel my soul on fire.

TheWeeScottie