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