Trails end comes as a

Harsh note in a love song

Trails end comes as a an artists stroke 

Botched and miss applied paint, gone wrong

Trails end comes

When past lives and loves 

Converge on life’s highways song

Trails end comes

When mornings birds chatter 

Says much but didn’t matter

And so it goes

Until winters….. winters 

Winters breaths are so cold that they 

Start cold hearts beat

And then Trails ends all end

And

Then that’s all there is to say

Just look up… and see what will 

Come your way..

Come your way..

Come your way to stay….