visionary

caught in
the streetlight twilight
slipping slowly
though the window

a ghost
of distant pasts
or future memories
slumbering in shadow

blinking
the shade fades away

Under the stone.

Soft glow the tunnel twist-turning underwards, diving below verdant surface emerald and standing stone. No light cast and I can begin to see as she leads, everso away. The ground gives way to rock and hard and the green-cast light grows stronger. The awe fills more than fear and the connections trace clear.

“You can see.”

No question there, but a grunted affirmation a prelude to her sigh.

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beautiful/

still you walk in beauty
however blinded i might be