Navigator - Hanging Garden

Remains of winter’s snow

A million trickles towards the shore

As fluid as eternal time

Deeds good and evil lost within

Yet from a chance encounter

A meaning could be found

A handprint etched into a soul

A keepsake to guide us forth

Towards eternity

How do we reign over our fate?

The paths of those passing by

Entwining with a burning resolution

Life, relentless, unending

Until it ceases