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Old Wishing Wells

In the vastness of things untold

Where growls humble to groans

Somewhere in the silence

Solitude breeds into the lifeless

Shape and form of shadows

Casting nets into tomorrows

Reeling in the least anticipated

Sifting through seemingly unrelated

Finding deeper meaning in some

Setting aside others for time to come

Things that will be soon needed

When the time arrives to take heed

Catching a breath in a moment

Those things start coming together

And join at the crossroads

Leading to and from grassroots

Where the sound travels from empty shells

And echo through old wishing wells

Ria – 2015