we stare into the interminable distance
wishing we could divine its existence
what waits for us on the other side–
is it a land filled with unequivocal promise
or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,
longing for diamond memories of the past?
will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,
will he who stands beside us still be the one?
the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes
when she breezes or dampens our dreams
the light you once knew– may now play its trick.
in this age without prophets, how shall we know
save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?
look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show
before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–
what is that purpose that will drive our reason?
let this be the guide to hold true in the season.
but in this minute, this hour, this moment–
treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!
It still stands waiting for us…
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