Seeing dark blue canvas above the silver guide, milky stars
– where is your way heading?
Rocks know threes have seen it all
They understand the past
Which is the present and the future
They have known your time
And your milky way long before.
Standing in the valley
Smells around cold ground
Between the meadows. Snake of chill.
I gaze at the canvas tonight
And don’t fret.
With the doors of heart wide open
I feel I am on my way.