Sundance under the moonlight’s watchful eye

While bonfires blaze, painting shadows across forgotten years

The harmony of tears and laughter intertwine with the cool breeze

And surround my wanting ears, luring me to listen and remember

Onward I Go

Footsteps often go silent

The wake of the moment forces a pause

Stepping off the pathway, a collection of self

Long inhales, holding as time grinds to a halt

Counting slowly, finding calm

At capacity, each moment a strain

Then plumes catch currents upon release

Drops fall to the ground, nourishing my steps

Unpausing the moment, as if it never existed

Onward I go