The Walk Home Poem by Robert Rittel

We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in care of each others protection,
side by side in growth is the stimulus creation.
Mosaic of desired dreams as bucket list,
temptation to challenge each others through the mist.
Support on many levels committed,
letting go towards free fall permitted.
Sensing each others side beyond,
holding fast besides all in correspond.
Stretching limitation further as edge to conclusion,
testing sphere towards fragile solution.
The path seem dark and hopeless at times,
dreaming together kindles the vision in frames.
Doors open where none are and possibilities appear,
spectrum's of trust are the faith frontier.