A New Old Find

The night opens her gentle arms to welcome

The soul destined to fly, the heart born to roam.

The wanderer begins to enjoy

The freedom born of a life of searching.

We cry because the hunt seems never ending.

Just when the conclusions becomes comprehensible,

The image wavers and obscurity returns once more

To claim its lover’s spot.

Drive the sun to seek the blessed dark.

A return to awareness.

The pieces have fragmented together in a

Reunion that was assumed impossible.

The ache of long ago is

Soothed as time stretches on eternal.

The scars are a small price to pay.

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