dans sa nature
Sometimes I feel imagined, the way I drift along
in storybook abstract, seeking inspiration.
But you aren't here.
Maybe neither of us are.
My soldier; called to the front lines
to fight another battle
as I struggle to endure my own.
The war is long, but a heart
remembers the journey.
After the ash has settled and the sting of it
has left our eyes jaded and bodies weary,
I'll still be searching the trenches
for what I used to be.
It was never in your nature to tread
the path well travelled,
and you'll find me,
laying my broken stones
on the only one that leads us home.
"The two most powerful warriors are patience and time." †- Leo Tolstoy
(Photo: Eric Keller)