The Seeker

Edgewalker, she be

living in liminal

spaces, home

for a constant

seeker, a constant

traveler, a constant

outsider – looking in.

Peering through

windows of others’

places, others’

spaces. lighting

match, after

match, after

match to light . . .

Light fades and

sparks dim,

weary, illusions

fade; bright,

warmth of life

fades into

rain-soaked dreams.

Return to mists,

greys of liminal

spaces, for a constant

outsider, a constant

traveler, a constant

seeker, bones

whisper,

it’s time –

time to come home.

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