A New Poem

Dim, though light, on paths shone
Untread, yea, all but unknown
A beacon unsought, an idea unthought
But as though in a spider-web, caught
A sun and a moon, like the night in day
And a newly fallen star to show the way
A maze, twisted, fallen to straight
A truth, untested, a brave new fate


I haven't written a new poem in awhile. A long while. I wrote this earlier this morning.
Thank you, Izza.