Thanks To The Elders, After Initiation

You wait, always wait,
equally places and states
of mind:

mountain-top, your
snow solitude call
drifts unbearably down
to my suburban burden,

and you,
o hidden highway
every lane leads to
should we choose
to follow,

you wait,
and when I
am done forgetting

I will come,
I will come again

by Max Reif

Comments (2)

Max, I want to know more...... I feel longing, restlessness and remembrance. Your words are very powerful. I think your meaning is beyond words. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Suburban you are not. More the mountain top. t x