... the crossroads of the mind...
… the crossroads of the mind…
… midnight at the crossroads of the mind…
noon - a high sun denying shade to evade the light
… the river where jewelled filled zephyrs treat each bank side flower with an ephemeral caress
but we cannot go back…
time's outstretched arm bars us from all but memory
… how we travel those footpaths of the mind…
to follow those streams and rivers hidden there
in some hope for desperation to find it once more
… that treasure…
… at the crossroads of the mind
© Peter Hunter 2013
from Peter Hunter's … too many miles…
