So many times
Around the sun
And here I am again.
Back to where the beauty
All began.
The music of wild geese
Is ringing round the moor
Two kestrels flying
In a deep blue sky,
I face the great divide
Between ease and mystery
And move towards the silver mist
My ghost is there,
smiling,
Cast by a veiled silver sun
Where do I go from here, my love?
Forwards, forwards
That's the way
This is not the place it was before
That is many miles away
And that was all
A different day.
#CoSopoetry