Deeper mysteries await; no, pull at us
In age they beckon us daily
Fog to ignore or explore, either unknowing
The end of all our spiraling
Brings our true selves, home, relatives:
Maybe; or simply life as it grows on
And we are called
:- Doug.
Deeper mysteries await; no, pull at us
In age they beckon us daily
Fog to ignore or explore, either unknowing
The end of all our spiraling
Brings our true selves, home, relatives:
Maybe; or simply life as it grows on
And we are called
:- Doug.