Follow My Footsteps
The ghost of Canicula
In midwinter snow
memories mislain
so long, long ago
Here in the twilight
Traces and shards
of one who stood tall
held all these cards
Follow my footsteps
at some point you'll see
my Sandcastle foundries
claimed by the sea
Fragments and splinters
where wholeness once was
An ocean of silence
drowns the applause
I've so much to tell you
& so little time
Left here to bumble with
incompetent rhyme
If you follow my footsteps
at some point you'll find
the imprints in sand
they turn into lines
Building the bridge to watch it burn
at the point of no return
Now the fox is on the run
Black beguines are all begun
the huntsman's deeds are all undone
Burning karma in the sun
Breathe deep the petrichor
My ephemeral friends
The Bull and matador
alike in the end
If you follow my footsteps
at some point you'll find
the imprints in sand
they turn into lines
copyright Ben New 2014
