‘Baltic Sunset’ . . . Photo – WHB – 2019 ©
WESTWARDS
As the sun sinks down
In the Western sky,
My mind rejoices
With the thought that I
One day might follow
Its receding track,
To find where it leads
With no turning back.
And where it ends I’d
Be content to rest,
build a new home there
In the far northwest.
The rest of the days
Still vouchsafed to me,
Content to reside
By that other sea,
But I know at heart
That it cannot be;
Our time has long passed,
We just are not free.
Those causes to stumble,
Our exchanges unfurled,
Tell us our new life lies
In a parallel world.
Roland's Ragbag 