Sunset Lane

he was looking for a home
where he need no longer roam
somewhere at the end of Sunset Lane

he was travelling far
and life was weary 
on Sunset Lane

he kept his eyes on the road
as he carried his load
on Sunset Lane

but that night
the mist was mysteriously lifting
in the silence of his tired old mind
there on Sunset Lane

and revealed was a lane of endings
a lane where he was always arriving
a lane where his heart 
was always 
at home

for it was always sunset
on Sunset Lane

I offer this for your reflection


Ajahn Kalyāno
http://www.openthesky.co.uk
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