I was once the guide but 

Now I, too, am lost. 

The paths I tread through consciousness 

Have blurred and changed, 

Erased and reformed like so many 

Footprints in sand dunes from 

summers long ago. 

 

And yet those dunes and that 

Sea, not forgetting 

The burning trees of autumn, 

These now seem to whisper once more 

And remind me with wind-shaken wave 

And molten sunset that 

The paths have not changed, 

They are, as all things, right where I left them, 

Only viewed from a new place and  

With eyes, still open, but wiser now.