Oh my how the road
Can become dark so quickly
What once was well illuminated
Now stands in crushed shadows
But we know our steps
And have walked the terrain
In previous journeys
The river still waits
Its banks overflow
With expectation
Standing in the cool foam
A thousand tree limbs rush by
Debris from summer’s memory
Washing away forgotten voices
It all looked so dark
A moment ago
But I knew when I arrived, I remembered
Some things are so much stronger
So much more reliable
Than I will ever be
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