A day of whispers in the rain
Prophecies & harmonies, and wondering at the walls between worlds
Worrying them with my disbelief
And the stillness takes so long to descend when the day is done
The lights between the lights, the point of spark
the crossing & moving, and flying from this place to that
Why not wonder?
Why not whisper incantations and remember the old ways locked in my blood?
I am one of many treading a careful path
remembering that which can never be lost
I am the The Wonderer weaving long whispers between the tracks of life