There it was; an X overhead.
Not drawn by hand, not shaped by change,
but left as if it says:
You’re seen. You’re on path. Keep Walking.
No message carved, no voice in the wind.
Just a quiet sky, crossed in light.
And I took it as enough.
There it was; an X overhead.
Not drawn by hand, not shaped by change,
but left as if it says:
You’re seen. You’re on path. Keep Walking.
No message carved, no voice in the wind.
Just a quiet sky, crossed in light.
And I took it as enough.
