Dreams become us
we will our way
Into the winds
the Way we come to find
the Love we leave
the light we shine
in ancient halls
remembered
Do not fear
for all the signs
as sense has brought
forever
always near
the reason left
recalls the turning
seasons
What was found
beneath the stone
within the clay
now frozen
was understood
the canvas splashed
by color brushed
with Artist hands
Under cover
days defended
with words we spell
untold
feel the storm clouds
fell the oak
and raise this
understanding
Photo “Autumn Path” by gfs
grandfathersky 
“The Love we leave . . .
The Light we shine . . .”
I like it, I like it!
Paradox … do we leave / exit, or do we make a deposit ?
We leave a trail…. ❤
Yes, Star-shine! ⭐️…
❤ I shared this in a poetry group on Fb, where I've pinged you a request. Let the tagging commence. ❤
A lovely poem
Thank you !
Many thanks! That means a lot coming from you💐
This is both beautiful and uplifting, Peter.
It’s interesting how we call learning words “spelling” …. considering what they cast upon us !
Beautiful 🙂