Classic Poem

That foot that has walked
On thorns
All through the day for you.
That foot which has shown
You foot-steps to follow.
That foot.
That foot behind the orange sun
Has walked through arches
Bare foot
On fire, on water
Near parapets
Has cracked doors and windows
For you to enter safe.
That foot.
That foot walked, crossed the
Never-ending roads
When you aspired for the colossal.
That foot. Your passport
To utopia, to dream of
New truths, passport to planets uncharted.

That foot, is walking away, weak,
Parting with fantasia forever.
Will you join?