The Way Seen

There lay a fire

burning beneath

the core of my belief

where time flows

like a river swift

winds of chance

change and shift.


Then came that stare

surfaced from far below

its stillness ever-changing

stared right back at me

and my way was seen

constant and rearranging.


Then came a breeze

she let a little sneeze

and took my reflection

willed by her wind.

Yet here I am

still looking all around

for my long lost friend.

BeLove © 2018

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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