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

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