At Trail’s End, or…

Eyes wander ahead

Sun glances, blue Ice shining

Spirit Unfulfilled.

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Wandered I long in such diverse, misty places

Alone, seeing fading footprints where others have been

Had been...

In peaceful, quieter times.

Left from past loving partners

Which one

Different seasons singing... different songs.

‘Not seeing others… wonder you at all?’

A whispered question rises

‘Were they yours?

Was it you?’

Oh fellow traveler

Listening too for wild-land calls

Walking so like me, over blue-iced ponds.

Holding still and easy, such weight of by-gone dreams

Or now thawing... breaking free

Offering new swimming lessons

To those, for those

That dare new beginnings

Far distant from present mindedness-es.

Or absentmindedness-es, demanding re-entry.

Imprinted Beingness's, old, tired, shredded

Wilted, torn in two

Following, leading, needing more contemplation, finishing

‘Were they yours? Was it... you too?’

Will mighty Three now reveal itself

As the tie that binds?

For wondered I at such placements viewing

Puzzles making virtual presence’s known

Through silent footsteps.

To what effect?

Or is it truly better said…

For what effect?

Potential resting for other’s choice...

Mine and yours

Yours, or just mine.

Tendrils of elder memory

Kiss nostrils so softly

Through remembered loved, easy breaths.

Inviting, teasing further passage

To please... come, stay awhile... this time

Love me again.

Waking forgotten special dreams anew

Wishes unfulfilled

Standing at left manifesting gates...

A look, a glance

That special gaze

That lingering touch, oh… the smile

The smile...

So many?

Equal to how many life times

Dare I ask?

Breathe in, live in

Such wild and easy dreams passing

Living free, as yours?

Is this truly to be your gathering?

Our gathering?

Or... as only Mine?

Such is, as when Winter froze these still waters

And what Sun then, now

Thaws them out.

I still unsure, tread on lightly by, into the further mists.

Perhaps in tomorrow’s tomorrow

Will I stop once again to measure place.

Time may be then better right

To complete my fill of swimming

Here in new Neverlands of potential...

Perhaps.

Will you be there in greeting

Can yours be mine, you, me

Or just another... not met yet, or ever?

Are these just old footprints

Only my own Sirens calling softly

Wishful dreams up from a silent Self

I have yet to meet, or met, greet properly.

Hailing here so friendly, finally as two to one

Finally into melding whole… Stay?

Or Halt! Dire warning ahead

Lying in feral depths

Endlessly repeating, just broken chords left

Breaking rhythms as steps meet steps.

Though proceeding onward as partners

Only intended to miss the Grand Gate.

Hell, I thought, a bit further approaching...

Then... the Flowered Garden passed

Still remaining… as it is, was, only a dream.

For did I, dared I, truly stop?

Dare you?

Dare we?

Laugh loudly, sing the birds

Yin meets Yang

Yang meets Yin.

One feeds from Chaos

The other feeds…

Out and Around into Beyond Understanding.

Which choice is there

But to bear dreamed, best blossoms?

So it is I ponder...

Onward marching

Into another blue day.