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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder
not so many
miles from here
a road where none
is now
weaved of silver gazers
clementine
drinks from tides
the rain has left –
to comfort me
sometimes
of nights
I swear
I walk ten thousand
miles
to feel the cold
eternity
sweat against my skin
and wake the day
with mud between
my toes
. . .
tornadoday 
Haunting the ghosts.
Did I see you there last night ? ~Always~
Me
So wonderfully descriptive, it makes one to have a deja-vu moment…outstanding!