*ductions underscore
Falls into a calm
Our journey starts, the midnatures are
Picking through,
our hands and hearts depart
Morning dry,
through citrus groves Midatures bounty,
our treasure troves
Gifts bestow upon the open road
In absence, our thoughts wander and moan
By the
water's edge,
reflections bloom
Unseen birds pierce
the silent gloom
In
foreign skies,
our gaze extends
Wondering where our journey bends
Footprints left in fields,
and streams in dreams
They flow like silent streams
Like a waterfall's mark,
hidden yet clear
In echoes of time, they reappear
In mist and rams,
our footprints tread In hands that write,
our stories thread
In printed pages,
they dance and sing
In whispered waters, our memories cling
As twilight fades,
and stars ignite In memories,
we find our light
As divergent journeys end
In our hearts, these moments transcend
With blistered waters,
and silent streams Our story lives on,
in distant dreams
In the echoes of time,
forever meaning In the quiet,
our memories die