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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, wandering, wisdom
of places
just this far away –
as the northern edge
of an eastern night
where kentucky knew
of our verse
somehow –
did you know me then
as you know me
now
as a secret path
out beyond the night –
and a long way
back
where there never was
but a soul to free and a will to learn
what would come
undone –
in the turning
an empty field
brushes gold somewhere
as the leaning back
comes to moving on –
will our truth
be known –
to places here
will our names be hard
to remember
of another time
as our journey was –
with a sleeve of maps
folding back
in time
– a needle strong
knew the songs we’d trade
– were the stars
burned out
by a wish we made
. . .
tornadoday 