i quite like this one much more than the time prompted to revisit before



“Almost Quiet”

Naught remains to aspire
But freedom from desire
Old refrains to fuel fire
To light way ever higher

Above track of fate that’s burned
Hopes and dreams to ashes turned
Guides the lack of knowledge learned
To be source of wisdom yearned

For in order to shoulder
A cross been made a boulder
Barely borne left for older
Quiet now and bit colder

Below the forest surface
Patience fulfilling purpose
To sow shards for the circus
Meandering through Orcus

Without way known the pain grown
Again alone hindsight hone
The aim when thrown spirit’s bone
Unto home created own 1/25/2016