Paths stretch out into the darkening

horizon as the sun continues

her chained journey around the world.


My feet grasp hard the dusty

rut in which they walk,

compelled by future gratification.


But the horizon grows darker

and I walk faster; coerced

by gravity, my wings are bound.


The night arrives in a sudden

concussion of racing air

and displaced sound.


I close my eyes to see

her standing against the tree,

her skin echoing the snow.