Simple Origins

"Ode to times unseen
Overwhelming by contrast
Atop these days lived

Orderless (mornings/evenings)
Orbit of seasons askew
Ordained as apart

Apart as ordained
Own role undesirable
Ostracized, blind, deaf

One is still heard though
Amidst static of station
On a tin can string

One is still seen here
Orra vintage, orra new
Aura all her own

Ornate by design
Original by all counts
Obscure by their eyes

Always true by mine
Orange bright as yellow or red
Origins traced back

'Ours' called most truly
As any hue she may choose
Or any page claimed."

"Here I see nobody, I hear no one
The moment doubt creeps in my aid arrives
Crickets' song, crescent moon, mark plans undone
Back and forth stitch up and down, climbs and dives

See none can declare curfew in such halls
Only desire can call us back home
So freeform we float, forgetting the falls
Till soulmates are real in spaces we roam

Traveler and dragon, to each their own
Realm and dream walkers a puzzle to solve
Fight that cannot, must not, be won alone
Thus puzzle and team and fight must evolve

The one who knows nothing, once thought to blame
The one the lot fell to, knowing love's name."

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