• 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

      )))O(((
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