6 december

while the dark rolls in we are lifting the veil the parachute pale with clouds and tired of rain - swollen expectations deliver possibilities branching into whatifs and suddenly something is blooming - wait and watch and listen but move ahead with strength and colors built to last - we the wonderers take our bows when truths imagined come to live and moon lights floors where steps are taken - guide the now and greet the next, letters to a future world