Rite of Passage

A head full of drink , the sun rises before you lighting the trail ahead
Tomorrows promise, traded for the tales and revelry of yesterday
All the wistful memories of people whose names you once claimed to hold sacred
now just a silver river flowing from your tongue
A cat sitting in a window watches your departure with ancient wisdom
above it, a woman's silhouette appears suddenly
her scent still on your fingertips
the taste of love still on your lips
Her tears fall staining the windowsill
Her heart aches with all the sorrow of women down through the ages
You keep moving forward somehow
knowing as sure as the stars and the moon light your way
by and by the wind will blow her name to you
In time you will come to measure your wisdom by this
Rite Of Passage

copyright 2013 by Kevin Casey Murphy