swift sunrise
a nightly gloom
where rivers stray
and meadows bloom
creatures creep
the eagles soar
boulders crash
and mountains roar
find a way,
before, I must
time turns granite
into dust
seek safe passage
through the cold
live the story,
yet untold
shedding past,
the feels of old
seed revival,
heed for gold
forsaking mist
the darkened soul
as diamond lights
becoming whole
solidify
what’s barely known
and grasp the truths,
for all my own
Photo by Arto Marttinen / wandervisions.com
