Leora

The broken path again
made whole
leads on to days long past,
and yet

you stagger sideways,
chasing dusty dreams
and truth
to soon forget.

This moon you break
your treacherous ruse,
committed now to
blind return

home.
Hearthstone cold,
a lingering scent of Hope,
too dry to ever burn.

Fear not the road
to yesterday,
the light now dimmed,
the empty halls

for, ever has your
place remained with us
beneath eternal falls.

Now, come Leora,
walk along,
your ancient grip release.

Return, Leora. Hope
and dream,
resigned, alas, to Peace.