John Lentini

Sunset

 

Hover o’er oh distant light

How so can I defineth

      that which to me you have revealed

On your red carpet I shall walk

      or try, should I say

Thine path though straight

      and so very bright

To me seemeth lacking footing

 

To follow where you lead

So seems to me

Brings me back here tomorrow

And so what be a circle, but a pen’s

      curving stroke

      ink I prefer not to be

Instead I stare at the page

Blank so it be

And imagine what might have been