The Stranger Returns
Like a vision crafted from ether
Like a dream coalescing to mind
The woman asks to confirm, the girl to discover
It feels like you speak with each voice this time
For on the perfect day for birthing pains
A rebirth irrational to this world's core
Be you mother, daughter, lover, sister, friend
In each hour from each hand's perspective?
Though circle seen it is a spiral felt
The Stranger drawn much the same as his bow
Forces magnetic pull, gravity mounting attracts
Can one forget love? And so it goes.
And so he comes, like an arrow, to the crossroads
The bullseye of dream's coin's flipside
Shiny side scribed, but the dark lights in eyes
Without further ado, The Stranger Returns
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