"Moel Siabod," by Sidney Richard Percy, 1867.‘Camino D’Oro’ (A Villanelle) by Robert Walton The Society June 11, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From forest glades, from wave-damp sands From sunlight’s dazzle and twilight’s shade. Babes and toddlers, not yet afraid, We reach and roll and often stumble From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. In youth we lie ‘neath moonlight’s blade, Cut by love; like kisses stolen, Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade. Mothers, fathers, we make the trade – Our days, our tears, our blood for children – From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. At waves’ last reach, a foamy braid, Elders converse, words a murmur – Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade Fingers stiffen; our hands grow cold; Voices soften from steel to gold. Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. Robert Walton is an experienced writer. His Civil War novel Dawn Drums was honored by two awards: first place in the 2014 Arizona Authors Association’s literary contest and the New Mexico Book Awards Tony Hillerman Prize for best fiction. Related Post ‘The Discovery’ by Rebeca Parrott “She vanished to the wood,” they said. “Forget her—that strange and sickly child.” A child? Your face was no more childish than mine. And ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses RLB Hartmann June 27, 2016 Saw your story on Frontier Tales and followed you here. Excellent poem, nice graphic. Reply Robert Walton July 16, 2016 Thanks both for visiting and commenting! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.