Long Night Alone

On a long night alone we float

through a sea of doubt

no captain to guide our way

other than steady hands

of our own making

crafted from trembling baby cries

that grew up too soon

often blown off course

long before we knew that we

are purveyors of our own

sweet and sour future

And even if some captain calls

our duty to disobey our self

seems more seductive

than naked skin in moonlight

near the banks of a pristine shore

of a river of warm tea from china

with orange blossomed scents calling

we seem so easily led astray

indulging in beauty abounding

too youthful to care

we drift to where the first chapter ends

When we find our self face to face

with the darkness of our own light

shining through empty hands

that seem to hold nothing

of what we thought we'd dearly paid

and then the trembling cries

turn into hands that shake

from a baby's dream

into someone alone

in their own dream that will not come

to face itself in the light

and darkness falls as doubt ascends

But only a twinkling of faith

founded on a shred of hope

built from a sincere desire

to be born again

as a truthful self

guided by authentic intention

forged into action

by our own strong hands

can build a bridge

that can never burn

for as long as we

believe without doubt

that we are one

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Photo Credit: Teemu Lagerstedt