Wise old owl that only seeks for answers during the night, however the presence appears during the clear of day.
Wrapped up in a pretty bow but still they to have a hand on the journey to take.
However synchronised the real time is to be presently there, the given time is just a prepared gathering.
Not all horizons are broad and approachable, unless of theirs to come towards if the moment hasn't dwindled with interest.
The pleasure is all theirs but the emotion is being locked deep inside from prying eyes. How else are others to know if their mind is of their own to determine.
In the forest; some times using what is sheltered from to journey forward. As rain that falls can turn that umbrella into a means of floatation upon a stream. The thing to get away from is not what is thought as an obstacle. Like the light to use to read the pages in the dark, can become the light to guide than words of wisdom.
In the stones; both looking up to the same idolised image yet questions still remain, their mind is on a short leash for that world to think of incase questions become rumours, love combines the two together so focus all the same and the path sees through the smoke screen.
Hosea Ch.7:V.10 " - And the pride of Israel testifieth to his face: and they do not return to the LORD their God, nor seek him for all this."
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