They, them

wandering souls

I on my window, waiting to see,

A thunder light that shakes me,

Waking up to know more, taking me away from the shore.

I follow the trails of long gone,

Who show the way today,

Seeing the shadows this dawn,

Listening to those who then, couldn’t say,

Am in too deep to dig and to behold,

The treasure around me,

Enough to mend, enough to mold,

Now they’ll be free.