He awoke alone in a pool of sweat
The ground glistened at the nourishment of his body
The dreams he visited recently, depleted his energy
Made him restless and fed on his resolve
He looked around to see her, but he knew she was already gone
His wondered if she had been there at all
Time is peculiar along the path, It bends and softens and even blurs
Had he been this way before? He is sure that it is so
He has the scars on both knees, and the weight in his heart
The morning Sun is blinding as it peaks over the horizon
Its warmth stills the winter night's solidified chill
He knows know he has been vindicated
The Man in the Clouds had promised so
He is more than these dreams of his
Yet they have a way of shaping the future
No longer must he dream of vindication
This morning it is his, and the song in his heart is playing quite loudly
He stops to see her face once more
Then laces up his boots for today's road
Bent over his belongings, he sees a strand of hair
Just a memory of something else left behind
He curls it around his pen, and ties it tight
He will ponder on it later, but not just now
Not sure where the day will bring him, but he is sure that he is late........ED
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