Make the Steps Count
Pristine waters from time's endless seas once again, wash ashore secrets on its sands; Where our feet mark rhythms of seasons, where we try to find reason in the darkness of the clear waters' depths; ...with the light of hope and the sword of efforts. Once again, each first dips in a foot; many with the same resolutions, draped in changed garbs -or not-, from what they wore the year before. Once again, fresh waters, like those that came before seek and embrace the feet of all living. Once again, we crossed a chasm, behind which we left not a few; who were our betters, or worse than us, but no less deserving of dipping their feet had the storm of passing not marked their passage; one type of many rites, that pass with each year For those lost in the vortex which rages beneath the bridge of the rainbow with crossed bones For those to come, if we leave the home we borrowed from them, with life; in the air, th