Two spirits met at a crossroads
One said: Hey, are you going my way?
The other: I think so, but I don’t actually know. Let’s walk for a while, give it a go.
And so off they went, merry in banter
Smelling flowers
Sharing food and life wine from golden decanters
And the stars rose to meet their wandering path
Amber skies lit their circadian roads
Smiling lunar orb of mystery and her dancing soul play of history traveled in song at their heels
And the whole scene was balanced in constellations once visited, now shrouded by early dawn’s lifting fog.
‘I don’t know. Let’s walk a while.’ She hummed in her head. And he, he smiled too.