Ode To Michael Parks

Only a few

make a pact

with the wind

Only a few

know the joy

there within

Free of the shadow

that follows

and stalks

Escaping

tomorrow

in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting

as pilgrims

embark

Voices like magnets

pull light

from the dark

Only a few

hear the music

on high

Through handlebar

portals

— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)