Moving through space, through shadows and light
Faces are familiar while becoming faint moments of the past
I turn and face south, the sun in my eyes of where I have been
The road beckons north, shorter, straighter but no less perilous
There are those that will join me to my journeys end,
Generations here and imagined that will advance my soul further,
A part of me as I am a part of those who came before me
Others are left behind, buried with memories filtered through tears
Thankful for their existence, fresh pictures of yesterday stored in boxes
I can’t escape the trip but I can dictate the pace,
Savoring each instant, each second, each day until night falls,
Where I will wait and rest for the next journey forward
An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings
I love this poem. think I am currently waiting and resting for the next journey forward. I wonder what that will be?
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Thank you. I hope whatever your next journey is it will be with people that you love 🙂
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Me too 🙂
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