Off The Beaten PathA Poem by PeteAt the extreme north, the voyagers are obliged to dance and act plays for employment. - ThoreauTake my hand. We'll dance endlessly into the night. Strutting a sabean sabbatical in sackcloth. One-stepping into oblivion. Time will stop. Inhibitions will drop. Hearts will meld. Eternity will be ours. Our spirits will grow like colorful flowers in a field. Treading on Heaven's fray. Because where there's a "will" ... ... there surely must be a way ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
51 Views
1 Review Added on January 30, 2020 Last Updated on January 31, 2020 |

Flag Writing