I sat upon the creviced stone
And looked toward the sky
And wondered what the future held
And where – and what – and why
Where would I land in five years time
And what would get me there
Why was I who I had become
A man for whom I care
For to love oneself is to forgive –
Leave regret behind completely
And walk the line before divine
And walk it so discreetly
That the wind on days of bluster brave
Sends whispers (curse the shouting)
That end in breeze by water’s edge
Like spring from winter – sprouting
Upon the creviced stone is sight
Like mountain (emanating)
From the valley near the erstwhile shore
Reaching out to fascinating
I feel – and then I turn into
A prism – life is glowing
From the river to the sea (sincere) –
My world – now overflowing
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