Farewell My Muse

Fleeting like time,
Morning's mist air awakened this weary traveler,
Slowly fading in approaching sun.
Until another time, for another traveler,
Only sense of you, like distant memories, lingers.

Separated by time, divided by experience.
You graced with youth and vitality,
Me shackled by age and weariness.
Together tied by idealism and visions,
Brief partners in evanescent dance.

Neither tears nor sorrows will visit,
This eternally impervious friendship.
Difficult paths chosen, sacrifices to be made.
Leaving you to yours, my muse, I tend to mine.
With tender memory of the mist I once passed.

~ PAH ~