Roads of the mind

Dust covered roads wait
Patience the virtue for natures soul
steps blown clean after storms
cleaned slate watching the horizon
on these roads of the mind.
Peace calls on restless winds
carrying me back to school days
dreamless times spent knowing
there was always something more,
voices keep company in the midnight hour
as pens scratch across blank slates
spiral books filled and forgotten
as the words fell unheard, unseen.
Grasses grow beside lonely paths
and I never could make up my mind
to Frosts nature and pondering poems,
for my head resided amongst the stars above,
where no path stood
just wide open spaces of galaxies
and planets unknown to all
but the soul that remembers
below the conscious surface,
energy flows
always following
the road home to the heart.