The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
At the mountain pass in southern Arizona. The road glides down into the desert as the sun sets and the full moon rises behind us. For a while, I walk those hidden paths between moon and sun with my beloved ones who travel on before me, and wish them good journey and reunion.