Internal Compass

Emptied of words, the pages turned.
The story unfolded, played out
in the randomness of a moment
as fleeting as a midnight fantasy.

Chaos reigned, once stable foundations
fell, and through it all a single thread,
a tantalizing hope, held against the tumult,
a lifeline, if you would, to me.

And you, the lodestone of my reality,
are more than just a shining memory.
You guide me, sure and true, in one direction,
and I follow, still believing in a dream.

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11/20/20