Secrets of long ago,
Ones that once were gold,
Now have all turned to mold.
A storm is brewing ahead,
As thunder screams in the dead-
Of night, as the stars disappear.
They know what shall come,
As the fog begins to clear,
The tide rises casting the moon aglow,
As it yearns to reach out, as time moves so slow.
Searching for something more,
The days pass me by,
like the wind on the shore.
I look to the stars for answers,
Hoping to see my future,
In their crystal like light.
As the darkness of night,
In the dead of winter,
crows call out,
their song a splinter-
in the silence of doubt.
Spring is longed for.
Its warmth wanted more-
than ever before.
Though, in the time between,
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