Thoughts In The Night

Two worlds, one present, one past. Like Merlin, the old religion and the new. The old, once the new- painful to leave- choice of none
Once we were two, now we are one.

The new- unknown- a ghost of the past- the fog of night
Where to go, what to be- a road of stones, walk with no sight
Photos etched in black and white.

Friends that were, are no more-
tiptoe around- afraid of my door.
When did I lose their corridor.

The church of intention
No honorable mention.
Must find another to give me direction.
No understanding of sudden defection.

No understanding at all. Little Lions clubs-
Their own federations of blindness and blight.
Weak in their own perpetration of absolute right.
Tongues of fools, phrases of trite.

Only needing to stand close beside.
Not oceans of words- but simply abide
Stand closely beside
To simply abide.

Two worlds- one present- one past
The old and the new.
Which life to pursue?
How to break into new.

Run, ride, climb to the peak.
I always seem to catch up to me,
The one whom I seek.
Who in this world am I this week?l

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