I keep walking in those lanes.
The moonlit mountains,
rising and falling.
And then, a middle ground.
The sky, the cicadas and you.
A resurge of kindness and love.
I know then, I will find my way home.
Falling upwards into you
I keep walking in those lanes.
The moonlit mountains,
rising and falling.
And then, a middle ground.
The sky, the cicadas and you.
A resurge of kindness and love.
I know then, I will find my way home.
A Wandering Poet 