Wind & Road

there are far too many words,
and sometimes
not near enough-

for the heart blooms
in its summers,
and hides deep
in its winters,

following no definable season;
and the soul
no single constellation,
and the mind…

well, does it matter?
there is a moment,
every night,
before I drift off,

when I see you
on this wild voyage too.

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