Kickin Up Dust

Never lost

Never alone

Awash in choices

And worlds of lonesome wishes

Like lighthouses out

So did the last days glow

And brim with a new humming of power

As if speaking aloud the end of so

And the coming of this

A most glorious time of new

Which is cold as seas

And as warm as the morning suns above

And then as with a sudden dawn I knew

Having always known

Just as when I first heard

The anthem of an internal season shared

Go it on my own

A song