In the forest
are many directions
but few promise arrival home.
How can the light of a star
travel centuries to kiss a lonely planet
and still be at peace.
In the ocean
are many droplets
but all have forgotten
how to be alone.
I see how the path began -
gathering like flowers
the wills of the travelers.
Until the paths
are like traces
of memories
from long ago.
Fading, like the memory
of a kiss
from the light of a star.
~~Fiddler 05/20/2002
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