yes, those moments
in the quiet eyes
find similar paths
hope aligns
with silent passion
shared only
with a spiritual enigma
we might call surreal,
yet we know is real,
just alone,
in the capacity of sweet
shared serendipity
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
When we look outside,
the physical landscape,
know the seasons,
understand the dawn,
when we look at the world around us,
we have a reason to wonder where we are.
One might suggest it is what we
allow to wander throughout our mind,
what it is
causes me to decide
that she is my central focus, and how
desire steps in silent with a strong arm.
Walk inside the world of a dreamer
realize how far we can reach,
what it is we believe, we fantasize, we hope
might be the shelter from this our
constant storm,
this we realize is the key to who we might want to be.
Who we are,
what it is,
what we want,
how we wander,
how wish is our dream,
what we feel,
how is it why we ever did begin to feel,
to know the love I know for you is real.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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