Looking Back
Shadows stand on further peaks
When I reach the peak,
And view the paths
And roads I’ve walked, run
Crawled along the way
If I shed a tear, or quiet grow,
Let it count as prayer, most sacred kind
For all the dreams that drop behind
For all the things we lose with time
For all the things we gain and keep,
For all the living done asleep.
For shadows stand on further peaks
Where once friends close had trekked with me –
The ones we try but cannot hold,
For, ever time does rip and pull.
And miss you all, I always will,
In moments when my feet are still,
So empty glass I raise to drink,
In empty dreams, dreamed half asleep.
About the Creator
Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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