And in the light I see
The beacon stayed true
To guide us through
The darkling pass
We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
Sometimes I know
Which way they’re going to go
Even before I make them
More often they go
The way they’re going to go
Long before I see the right or the wrong
I make choices
Sometimes I realize
Sometimes I don’t
Until they’re in the rear view mirror
Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
As the harsh light fades
I live in the magic glow
Of this brief moment
Let the darkness come
Like closed eyes
And a deep breath
A new glory follows
A light to be filled
With possible moments
No need for
Destination
No need
To have a plan
Not yet
But scan
Horizons
For potential
For places I’d like
To get
The sky
like a distant hope
The sea
is my rolling pain
The land
oh, it anchors soul
And I
hold the sky
Let the pain
roll away
Heel to land
find my soul
I recall the sun
Hard
And hot
Burning through
The cold air coursing
I recall the sea
Singing
Its white noise crescendo
The roar
Of a planet alive
I recall this moment
Blissfully
Unattached
Firmly rooted to ground
In the grip of experience