Someone crossed our path like no one has ever did
No matter how often the sand veils the trail
The dune has to shift
Leaving behind the creatures print that once walked
When the imagined image fades
The real person appears
Eyes searching in another for a life once lived
A life more beautiful when everything is usual
The future holds its breath in the turning seasons
And winter, quiet and unsure
Shows the path ahead
Lit only by a halogen light
Yellow light will bring the brightness in path
When the switch is on.
