“Journey Back to Me”

Windows to the soul I cast my glance upon
Never knowing why once I averted my eyes

In plain view is hidden what is crystal clear to see
The clutter of a half-life piled between me and you

The second beat of my heart is but the first
Crossing this baron dessert vast with thirst unquenchable

Time of this journey is measured in years past wasted
No map to behold or fire down below.

A pool looms like a giant cloud upon the horizon
A mirage perhaps waiting to swallow those who seek to measure its depths

A Lite Brite of dots each shining like the northern most star footlight the path
Each holding hints of this vision-quest all consuming

Many will become one in this alchemy of truths unfolding before me

Bill Kavanaugh