It's a long road between here and where

we all must go.

If I was a painter I would've paused to paint

the mountains that've surrounded us and cradled us

for all these years. The sweet snow that

falls unsullied from the sky

would cap their heads the same

as it has for us so many times.

We must move doubtlessly along the long road

that we all must follow

that winds through the silent sentinels of

our youth

and into frontiers we have never seen.

But tarry on the long road as we move forward

in our shambling caravan;

One must not forgo reflection.

We are pioneers, the likes of which

never to be seen again

on our plane;

Off to new worlds

to shape in ways of our own pleasing

the gods of the twenty first century.

The long road will take us many places.

To citadels and long flung docks,

vast deserts and desperate oceans.

But we all began in one place.

The genesis of all our souls

was the beginning of a tall highway,

the long road,

the sunlight path.

May we not forget that.