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