Mile of Shoes

　　I am the lord of light, and that which is an abomination unto me is death

　　Of course I had to return—

　　we all knew the mile of shoes

　　runs long. Millions of lives

　　tend to add up to eternal

　　numbers and figures

　　I don`t have the patience

　　to work out

　　alone.

　　Kind of like when ships

　　leave the wooden bones

　　of home and harbor

　　to cross the odyssey

　　of salt and tears

　　and vast wild sea.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

　　Every vessel needs

　　 an anchor.

　　It might as well

　　be me. Or the

　　blare of a house

　　of flaring light,

　　carved into stone as

　　though inviting

　　the wicked taunts

　　of

　　waves,

　　immovable on the living

　　land. Funny, I thought I

　　was the only one who

　　lived here on the diamond

　　of green-blue, Earth

　　suspended in such

　　glorious blackness.

　　Ships, sea, lighthouses—

　　rolling metaphors all

　　humbly demanding

　　my return. End

　　of the road.

　　We need you back.

　　We ache for the light.

　　Thank you for returning.

　　I thought for sure you were gone.

　　 Was he with you? She?

　　 Is there a God? Could he care

　　 about someone like me?

　　 Life really is a miraculous

　　 skip over the pond, isn`t it?