frost

 " The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
—Robert Frost 1874-1963

I walk this winding path
one more mile to go
I walk until my lungs freeze
I will breathe my life
into the things
I touch like leaves


I have one more song to sing
I raise my tender voice
until my words soar higher
beyond the thickening trees


I offer one more authentic gift
to give my healing love
until this heart aches
unto the end of
my sweet journey