The groundskeeper

the solitary solace i find in mind,

a noble fancy, the passage of time.

Windswept emotions cry foul before others,

mistaken in their magnitude they garner regret,

of the fun I have on wheels in spite of threat.

your sunrise comes blowing on whisper and glow,

scent of grass and pine, my pace slows.

but for a time when I breathe in the scene before me,

a calming of sorts, the quiet of morning, the still day transforming,

we'll never be the same, "this light is tremendous", i yell in mourning.

the earth exhales as the sun grows higher,

creating a symphony of light and sensation, my sweat starts flowing.

I stop for water, a drink of thought, a thought extreme

a notions fancy, a moonlight scream.

In your motion I see no other, a wisp of notion, a smell o'dream;

your scream for me now, to wander across body

is lightened by patience, an exercise extreme;

your mysteries unfold, a novels untold,

stories unknown, and action in bold.

a higher path is claimed asunder, a ride which transforms,

forged in thunder.

a thought that pierces beyond the mists,
a mind a'wandered

the deserts below the peaks uplifted', the canyons wont speak,

for you lie naked alone,

I am the groundskeeper, a seeker of truths, 

a bier of sorrows, you exist in mind, 

and alone you heed.

Yet in my mind a new truth exists,

the pedal that stops, the grounding in mist,

the dust that forms low, on my face and furrow,

is the last breath taken,

the show,

is over.