Deb Curreen Author

 As I stand in the place of our meeting, in a paddock of winnowing golden grasses, summer winds stroke my arms, while tall and silent mountains smile down upon me, the whispering voices speak to my heart and as I t all comes back,  i feel everything.   I kneel beside a riverbed of yesterdays,  waiting at night for the ghosts to embrace me. Yet still I wonder.... How can I say good-bye to you? Every you and every day, all the moments held in crystal nights, a love that never left me, but has waited here until today. I am back in the town where we met, on the streets that melt with the summer sunshine of January and a new years day, with hallowed homes and winding driveways, where my feet tussle with the dust and memories of forty years  waiting for the return, Of you, and me. All that is mine, I have carried with me until now, and I can't quite stand, the stillness of all that ever was and can never be again, pulsing in the air that I can barely breathe, seeing all this magnificence

 The roadie dust is thick down here, pulsing with memories, full of drifting voices from many decades, the times and tides, seasons and endings,  and we take Highway 6 and Highway 60, clickety-click, 66. Bingo! And all the while, the river sings to me songs of remembering, tunes of love, haunting lyrics of a thousand yesterdays and lost tomorrows. I am on a no-mans road of dreams. Road dust has called me home, stirring years and years and bloody years of time that sat, and waited, drawing me back here. The whispers I ignored, and the loves that yearned for me, waiting beneath the shifting clouds of a thousand nights, nestled in ancient forests, scattered over the riverbeds of eternity. The Waymaker has been here, so I am ready now, its time to face the dust, and a past I thought I wouldn't never meet again. But that roadie dust laughed when it saw me, chortling, "I remember you now, it's all coming back, you haven't changed and you're still full of life." &quo