Nothing but a speck.
Ominous in its dual respect.
Nevermore, the same as before.
Therefore, by no means, a goodbye.
Should have seen that with both eyes.
A guess would be…it is just something we all must do.
Pardon the expression,
but even the gods love fools.
Affinity for the journeys without a destination.
Pride for the hymns without a church.
Songs without lyrics that lay between the pines and the birch.
Only by chance today…did I reach out and touch faith.
By pure slender luck, a sense of something great.
Touring a mind’s eye…I took the bait.