Looking Afar

Days at end
as time moves on
leaving the trails
to soon be gone.
Looking afar
to then and there
our memories
are just like air.
A puff of wind
as a breeze flies by
while looking afar
to a seasons sky.
It brings into view
a Christmas past,
that lives in you
as shadows cast.
Looking afar
to a distant day
on a magical road,
a Christmassy way.
Life is discerning
as time is found,
looking afar
as wheels go round.
A time you recall
from a distant trail,
a life so simple
in every detail.
There is this road,
a shining star,
a Christmas scene
while looking afar.
©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2017

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