A Long Way

if I could still feel the wind,

you know I would,

the voices come slowly now,

like strangers in the night,

never quite sure when or if

they will return,

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

or end,

you have shown me a tomorrow,

while withstanding the yesterdays,

and for this,

I shall love you forever.

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