The Spectral Light
Down the winding road of life,
My spirit leads the way.
On a course, I know not where,
Yet I'm grateful for the day.
I stop to look upon the past,
Then forge a path ahead.
Each step brings me closer still,
To a fate I cannot shed.
In the distance I see a light
And a voice calls out to me.
Stating that the time has come,
To set my mind and spirit free.
Heeding to this beckoned call,
I journey forth unafraid.
The spectral light begins to dim,
And I lie down in the shade.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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