The Narrow Roads of Youth

A poem about those old days of foolish living

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

To spawn eternity like a flickering bulb
and build a bridge across memory,
so we can find that that which rooted us
into the soil of yesterday, while we
ascend that unreachable firmament.
Dreaming of the places we forgot
to mend. Dendritic love, scarred time
rumbles volcanic might across shattered
triumph of lustful nights. Stoned
we spoke…