The gentle steps of the See-er were not possible to follow.
The true moderator.
One that can vanish
I'm left alone.
So close and so far
A delicate leaf kisses my cheek
Astral eyes ringing like church bells
The Valleys 'sing please' out to me.
Eloquent orators, thee.
A gentle fog swarms along
I realize, I will have to travel to where it started for me.
Inactive, we are. Nothing is there, but potential towers over all.
All eyes gaze on us, kings queens, Gods, and worthless dust.
Someday, when their hearts allow them to look, they'll stare into me until all are blind