The Journey, by Arthur Debenham

The Journey

The sun on your face,

The wind at your back,

A life well lived,

A Journey on track.

I’m not running in this race,

Good things come to those that wait,

Meandering through minefields,

The path has never been straight.

Now the trees have lost there colour,

Their spring pageants no more,

Wandering skeletal forrests,

Without knowing what for.

Through phases of sun and moon,

On Journeys you need company,

But they've always been 3 steps away,

Beautiful strangers to me.

Its not the end of the world,

it’s not about survival,

But if soon does not hurry,

I’ll be dead on arrival

A little life, Perceived anon, Reflected upon, Through jubilance and strife. Where do you go

A flicker, a glimpse, A pierce in the void, A beacon in a bleak sea. The grip loosens, The fog clears,

Remember when I was small, You raised me up on shoulders, You always lent me your strength, A hundred times over. Remember when I came of age,

Those incoherent whispers Words from inside or out They have no logic or reason They create the maze of doubt. Echoes from the past

My favourite nightcap, Doesn’t matter where we are, My cure for insomnia, Don’t ever stray too far. Strong and full bodied,

Embers to spark Spark to flame Flame to light Never the same Please don’t drink from that grape…