Little River Road

Running beside the lighted window,

heart of valedictions, you raced.

Desperate to lengthen one second,

you ran, victim of distances, lost.

And when you followed the small lights away,

heart out of reach you went down.

Cold heart, bluff of a liar,

O then you opened your gates.

In at your gates came a wind crying out:

Open your gates to the night.

Out of your vast night came the one

only named remorse.

Easier, with your deep red churning,

to race with him than change the past.

And all that night, unbearable way,

on broken stones you ran.

Where is the road for you, strange one

who would outdistance light?

Try forever to circle back.

Know that you never can.