Touched
Reality's but a twilight shimmer

I wander alone the ancient paths
Round root and stone, tracks forgotten
Overgrown
The old landmarks lost or trace removed
Yet spied here or there some seeming tell
That familiar whispers
The course to roam

There's power evoked
When heaven touches earth
As we in wonder pause at the intrinsic worth
Of symbols
Emblems not of chance
Which mark our path

Speaking echoed whispers
Shadows of more ancient knowings
Stirring in our soul
A way mark of our wyrd
Yea
Our inner sight discerns
We are sage in our own wise
Our fate's path apprised
Glimpsed through half-lights furlong span
The small and simple things
On which the world turns

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