Restive
Pale candlelight shatters the darkness,
scatters the faint shadows all around
like flickering silhouettes in a stream,
like ripples longing to make a sound.
Tonight, nomadic stirrings push me on
to be away for a while on my own.
Promises, for now, cannot tie me down.
I must go, I walk fastest when I'm alone.
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