FAR PAINTED FADED HILLS
 
Far painted faded hills
A purpley-blue  twilight
Pulling at my senses
Tug me out into the night
 
Roads, soft, cut like ribbons
Through high towering trees
Leading paths go onwards
To outward rushing seas
 
The call upon my nerve ends
Which just quite won’t abate
Demands of me obedience
Before it’s all too late
 
Night skies black and chill winds
That cut to, through the bone
Demand of me attention
Won’t leave me here alone
 
Paths in falling trickles
Down and to the right
A deeper glen is calling
Me out into the night
 
Dark stream that flashes bubbles
Embracing to the stones
Beckons me seductively
In soft and pearly tones
 
And the road that outward winds
Past tomorrows’ distant dawn
Still tolerates no bargaining
Demanding simply that, I just carry on

​©2008 michael moore