of dates and times
the map considers –
rivers span eternities
frigid depths
of icy splinters
ring the gates of destiny

compass worn
by wishful thinking
one more day of nights
shall come
burning white within the darkness
gathered now our souls
to home

mystery denied solution
what of life
is waiting still
what of breath
shall leave me living
more than time
the moss to seal

pardon come
with sure forgiveness
all that was – is now
the same
rivers flow
eternal waters –
carry life
from whence we came

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