A thin streak flashed in a bright light
fire born in times immemorial
built a road to a furthest horizon.
Deserted as if created for a single traveler
narrow to give vertigo to a veteran rope walker
it called for him to take that leap of faith.
Many journeys then recalled to his soul
was this to be his final adventure
battered by decades of raging hours he was ready?
Taking another fleeting glance backward
would he regret the days of slumber
the dreams missed in sacrifice to a routine?
He may have heard a distant melody
calling a name so long forgotten
to be the child who first stumbled into this world again.
Touching a wrinkle upon his brow he pondered
laughing at his own doubts what was there to be feared ahead?
Below he suspected the streets of the old capital
dark asphalt shining with gaslights
he would never walk again.
No one could keep him company on this voyage
but soon he would find himself among those
he had once admired yet in another era.
Still perhaps in the shell once his home
he was granted a pass for roads to infinity
perhaps soon he would share the divine discoveries.