A rainbow in the clouds,
A fond and nearer imitation
of the distant winter sun
and harsh glares fill the glass
stings the eyes as I pass on a guided journey
In a day when the weight of air
bears down, and laughter floats close,
as if bound to fly a small piece of sky,
and the eyes take in no more than needs see
Signs are everywhere when the weight of care
Sharpens the senses, and the connected air-
from the first breath to now-
come full-flower in the fertile heart.
The touch of unseen hands
Assure, that the path is right,
and the courage of the last step taken
will be found before the next… The road
grows smooth in the hard places;
It rises again, to meet my weary feet
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