Diviner

From behind frosted glass my eyes
can’t see the future so blurred,
and like a newborn in unsure arms
inside my chest my soul does stir,
to this and all but no other
beginning with a tremor it begins with a flutter,
always here from the start you see
deeply felt, forever flying free,
continuing on invisible paths so don’t stray
but inherently knowing the way,
not blackened but lost in a dark cave
going forward do they dare to say...goodbye
we try and when it is done
falling down stumbling like a drunk bum
experience counts with the rod in hand
vibrations felt in the heart when traversing this land
in search of what must be found
because all lives are bound
by a thirst for the truth not lies
if no answer is found not just our bodies will die