The Higher Road / Poems / By Ray Higley The flower faded endlesslypetals flee onany angry breeze away from what was then and now the silence bleeds.Stop that tear before the trailing southward flight leaves behind another darker sleepless night that you cannot forget. Draw upon another source that teaches time and candles highlight naked truthwritten on a parchment. Take a higher road with deeper dipsand dirty curves carefully risk an accidental landing