In flight reborn,
The ever-seeing eye
Awaits the dawn.
Nothing escapes its stirring gaze
Bare souls
Spectral walls
Of long-forgotten dreams
Turned to dust.
Life’s effervescent thrust
Lost in haze.
vic briggs
A writer adrift
In flight reborn,
The ever-seeing eye
Awaits the dawn.
Nothing escapes its stirring gaze
Bare souls
Spectral walls
Of long-forgotten dreams
Turned to dust.
Life’s effervescent thrust
Lost in haze.
vic briggs 
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Eternal dreams though old and weary, remain as worthy though unfulfilled.
Sagely expressed. Thank you.
You’re welcome, anytime