Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Lonesome Moon Odes

I no longer need to be here. There is nothing the city has to offer me anymore. I need to be where the great silence can be found, where the veil between the present and the past is lifted. I need to hear the wind sway through the treetops and the coyotes howl at the yellow moon. I need a place where I can listen to my own thoughts and those that slip between the cracks of time. I need to be still.


“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” - Edward Abbey