Morning comes
Over the tracks
To another place
Escaping for peace
Rituals there
Home there
I am there
Recalling the center
Where it rests
Not sure why
How it went
It did
Now it leaves
Final breath
Barely can see
Visions of the past
Searched over
Long enough
For the reasons
Always open
Now
Accepting all that remains
Unfinished
Unknown
Undelivered
We slowly arrive
New
Or the same
Whichever
Comes natural
In the soul
Eventually visible
All eyes
On the face
Body language
Moving around
Opening up
Brushing off the heart
Again
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts