Hermit of the Tarot

Hermit of the Tarot

Where my feet tread upon sand,
moving forward across the land,
no print is left within my path
to be wiped clear by the ocean's wrath,
no footprints lost in the wake of my past,
no regret filled forms to fill the cast.

Where my hands have touched living trees,
no ochar print is left to see,
to mark my presence and connect through time,
to bring the past and present to rhyme,
no carvings burned to connect the line
for a life lived well I leave no sign.

The mark I leave upon this plane,
forever unseen and ever shall remain,
intangible, invisible, and always illusive,
like the Hermit of the tarot, dark and reclusive.
And though it is hidden and forgotten by most,
still it persists as a shadow, a ghost.
So when you are still, I will stand by you near,
in love and spirit, I will be with you here.