Even through the trembling forest pines

Not even the moon in all its brilliance

Lights up the valley as much as they do...

In the valley of bones you think you belong;

Gazing at the dark road ahead of you,

Hope seems too far, bright roads have faded.

The crystal jar of wisdom falls from your hands,

Eighty years of collecting wings of knowledge...

Numbed by hope disguised as hopelessness.

In the silence and stillness of the valley of bones

Nothing is impossible, not even for you;

Gather up your enlightened spirit again.

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• Date written: August 12, 2017 • Word Count: 93 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 1 •