En Route

White clouds….
… mists and hails…
concealing my view….
This reminds me of foggy hues.

Of needle sight
and eyes of flints;
I dare to see,
… see the breathe of snow.

I need red lights in my blue spectrum;
to penetrate my hazy firmament.
And I’m home bound no matter what betide.

En route my destination,
gives me a polar designation,
surmounting my fears and worries.
And home in sight
appeased my rising fright.

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