[u]Dusty Path[/u]

I found a dusty path
And followed it down a hill
Between a river and cairn
Marking a long-passed friendship
And wondered what
How and why had caused the rift.

A glimpse of fog on a clear horizon led me on
Fleeing from my eyes as I approached
And a darkening sky as I wondered why
And what and how

And wished the friendship was not dead
Wishing no cairn or low road needed
That a message would arrive
Or could be sent
Over that bitter horizon
To find one who once was confidence

But all I see ahead is empty space
So I turn,
Disturb the dust as I leave
But not before renewing the cairn
And leaving a new prayer, however hollow