James H. Smith

TRAIL TO FOLLOW

Flickering light cast by the waning moon
Upon the mirror glass surface of the mountain lake
Reflects a shadow
passing
A soul caught between here and forever
Pondering existence, seeming lost
I have been, I am still, I shall be again
hesitating, waiting
At its crossroads in time
Debating with self
The trail to follow
His battles over
A Soldier moving on