Signposts

Lost in a city of selves

Mountains beckon the day’s fading moments

Waiting for someone to find themselves as lost as their dreams

Yet catch glimpses beneath the rocks

Among the trees

Within the field

And between the air we breathe

Divinity reflecting self reflecting divinity…

Hold not to these waking moments

For how quickly they fade into the shadow’s shade

Back into dream on a pulse or breath

Under dark cover of night’s midday