St. Andrews Cross by Anonymous

Anonymous

St. Andrews cross
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wanting, waiting, begging,
raised hands,
    high hopes,
    futile attempts,
    as destiny  reached future ahead.
Roads to the North, East,  South, and West.
Cold wind heading from North West,
    chill atmosphere,
    seasons head,.
    cryptic space for many..
South winds,
    a hot burning breeze,
   blooms and flowers indeed,
   gentle touch,
    a whisper,
    to blindfolded eyes.
Far North East with a long travel,
     a language not understood,
     enter land by traits,
     sacrifice for tale.
North West with determination,
    with a road, that meets the humble,
    East something unknown,    
    exciting,
    an golden embracement?
Pulls the ropes,
    entangled by a cross,
     an archipelago of lighthouse,
     fills a flapping sails,
     or work by whips and flogs,
     sailing off with safe bounded hands,
     pushed ahead,
     winds and gusts of a Goddess.,
     a guiding star,
     with candles dancing in the air,
      a roar,
      in a safely home of calm and tough water