When smoky path glistens dry eyes
Silent meadows drown noise inside
All wisdom lays to rest
And steps falter each
time.
When hands drop fragility to numb heart
And dreams pause to let life afloat
All clarity obscures within foggy haze
And fear grips each breath.
Hope rears within mammoth
turf
To return magic to the wand
All winds regain lilt across
And tulips blossom each morn.
