I came here, clearly, my sign, for a better understanding of your grand design.
A search of familiar woods, made the secluded easy to find.
It is a long walk home without dignity.
Without a loss of mind.
Not without ramblings refined.
Just cannot bid goodbye, to a your land… mine.
I hike this infinite trail alone.
With a god’s speed, I assume we all do.
With a god’s speed, what is old is new.
A lone perennial in the full light of day.
bound by a fluid ounce of clarity.
Are these the seeds that will flower.
Are these the pilgrimages that…silence cannot be.
The light of day forces…I am to see.