Searching for Saturn

A whisper moves across the desert sky,

sighing softly against the ear of Father Time.

What do you wish for, young child of fate?

To start anew, freedom to dance?

I’ve heard your afflictions, felt your tender wounding.

Know the heart is resilient.

Time to soar on winged chance and

dream into consciousness.

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