To a Place

Meandering with no direction and
no cause for alarm,
street lights extinguishing as we pass by

And still we walk.

And still we joke and kid
as the night closes in

The Cold holds my hand under my glove
while shared experience
envelopes the entire form.

We meander from place to place,
wandering with no real direction.
     We'll get there eventually.
     Land has to end somewhere

A fire in the distance seems too far away,
tempts us with it's wicked smoke

Let us wander, you and I
To a place beyond matter