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 withstanding the yesterdays,

and for this,

I shall love you forever.

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