Silent, swift flight steals space by cliff face in wing span sliding through air like cutting edge new thoughts- concepts from beyond galactic range seeming strange the distant throng and waves drawing near in patterns the coded stream that changes human song.
Flight rests on stone on ledge not alone just gazing face-to-face the eye in place.... a race to save a race for all as one where earth and moons and stars combine- another birth in love to shine.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers