like the scent of
jasmine wafting on the wind
the ephemeral
mysteries of each person’s path
how choices we make
grow bright or dim
and we rise until
our fortune fails us
yet with heads held
high we take or give
in dubious cause our
goals we pursue
until the day our
treasure is eclipsed
and graciously we
sashay off the stage
those who travel in
parallel journeys
watch for our
certainty, our resolve
we laugh in an
effort to avoid our fears
sending each
poltergeist back to the darkness
and we, then,
retreat not a single step
but imperiously
flaunt our vanities
though greatly lift
our fellows likewise
and listen for the
clarion call
to bring us all into
the final light
the dream returns as
does our might
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