blindsight

Crushed and smoothered embers
lay behind us in this life.
A well kept path stands behind us
As a jungle spreads before us

We trip and fall on unseen rocks
that loiter in our way
I pick you up, you pick me up
Together we will find the way

Although you may not trust may word
As once I set the rock in your path
I never meant to make you fall
but came at once when you called

This road we take we go together
with strides and leaps at last
as my sorrowfulness and the leaf litter
Linger in the past.