new journeys heal old wounds
even if it is a climb out the hole of a tomb
clearing the last bit of high from the extinguishing fumes
realizing maybe there is no doom
and hope can be seen even in a silver moon
pulling like a tide but missing the sun rise
or maybe just missing my eyes
the pair with forgotten cries
and lost blind sights
i wonder if these are a brand new pair of wise?
J.M.C.H.