Journey

When the path is split

and I turn to go

my journey on my own,

I still think of you

along your road,

finding your way to home.

 

When darkness falls,

and lanterns light,

and trees begin to whisper,

I hope you turn

towards Nature’s words,

and become a better listener.

 

When dawn creeps

up over pine and brush

and sleepless feet continue,

I hope your journey wasn’t rushed.

I hope in the end, to meet you.

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