Perhaps

Perhaps uncertainty lies where fog rises so mercilessly.

Yet, there is no other path of clarity within reach of our weary feet,
so onward we go, into the breach between light and dark,
with only our courage and memories to guide us.

We must believe that somewhere beyond the locked gate is home,
where a flickering hearth awaits our casual arrival, unbeckoned.

The chilled air will not diminish our hurried desire to find
what might have become lost to our searching eyes
as we looked for something far more than we thought we knew.

Once, as children, we followed our hearts
as they drifted on a burgeoning wind,
assured that life would be kind to our travels;

time could only be so cruel as to deceive our innocence
with a lack of laughter as sudden brutality taught us lessons
we did not want to learn.

Still, spring returns, no matter how barren the landscape may be.

Armed with such wisdom,
we grew as tall as the trees we once sought shelter under,
spreading our blankets and our feasts with swift bravery
and a hunger so fine, it flourished within our bones.

The sky is gray now, but just remember how clear,
how deep the blue can be.

It is this whisper that leads us back,
this echo remaining within our souls
which causes summer to be unforgotten
as autumn renders us into this harvest of beauty.

We find sanctuary within, where we are most free.