Shades lifting
Like tinted frames flicking away exposing new light
Awash, the minds open sail collects the wind of flow forming purpose
Behind skins of bark, whispers of kinship speak in slow tones of acceptance
Eyes following the falling fragments of dispersed destiny
From the watchers bag, dropped from timeless hands
Judged from infinite minds
Feeding the journeyman's eye with sustenance of affirmations
A new dawn awaits for the weary walker of the ways
Felt in the changes of the lay of the land
Though the heart that beats in steps unison
Speaks into the void where infinite eyes watch
"Let it come when it comes"
And the step that life gifts him
Is taken as though breath to a drowning man
mF
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