Old travels through worlds left behind
resurface as pale memories
in waning moonlight over dawn’s horizon
and still they are alive
though they do not know it
the deserts and the mountains and the fertile fields
suspended in waiting for the return
of one with haunted eyes
who left and could not find the way back
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The Light is On 
5 responses to “Wilderness”
It occurs to me that your poetry could someday be interpreted as predictions, like The Centuries of Nostradamus. Is that something you’re interested in?
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Interesting! I never thought about it that way. I’m fascinated by folks like Nostradamus, though my only exposure to him was one of those made for TV History Channel type documentaries I watched when I was a kid. I haven’t read any of his stuff! But I definitely would. Have you read it?
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I haven’t read much of it, though it’s available as a book edited by Henry C. Roberts titled The Complete Prophecies of Nostradamus, published by Crown. Hopefully it’s still in print. You might look on Amazon.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you! (:
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