Milestones

I'm worn-in    
In all  
the lived in ways..    
   
"With the changing of seasons    
And an accumulation of reasons    
I have changed   
And  
I'll never be the same"    
   
Stardust remains  
deep within these veins    
Whist wishes and dreams    
stay tucked in the pockets
of old jeans...    
   
Still my arms  
do reach    
My eyes  
do search the skies    
My fickle feet  
do plant themselves    
On firm  
and rich ground    
-Forever searching for magic    
 That's waiting to be found    
   
I know more  
about a lot...    
And less  
about the more...    
   
Though with each milestone passed    
I take what I didn't have before    
I leave pieces of me behind    
-Like broken glass
inside an open door...      
   
I leave these parts of me
behind as signs    
The broken shards
of my heart    
The littlest of lights
that shine in the dark  
-Forever more  
   
I Hope that they may guide...    
I pray they play their part...    
I hope my fellow ponderers    
wander passed
their lines that bind...    
I pray they too
hear the song of the lark    
And follow it
with worn-in hearts    
-Forever more