Onward

Early morning wind
brush my jacket,

Your radiance
pours gold over foliages.

Squeaking bicycle wheels
tempt me to slacken

I enjoy jerks of the ride,
piercing mystic patterns
that you lay in front

a serenade of birds invite
for a short rest
in the lap of a woody axis.

I wish I could
recline in the shade,
with you alongside

Nonetheless,
my journey has to continue
uninterrupted.

The path ahead show
marks left by those

who have passed.