A Long Way

if I could still feel the wind,

you know that I would,

the voices come slowly now,

like strangers in the night,

never quite sure

when or if they will return,

as mystery gives way

to bright white illumination,

hot and searing,

seeking inner truths,

but finding only minor revelations

and hidden indecision;

you and I (old friend)

have come a long way,

on a journey with no beginning

and without end,

you have shown me a tomorrow

while taking the yesterdays;

and for this

I shall love you forever.

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