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Feb 2012
I invite you now to walk with me,
Take my hand you wanderlust soul.
Close your eyes so you can see
These things of which I think and dream.

First the night sky, that star-splattered eye
The moon, its iris, bright silver light.
When blinking, dies to sun-lit day
The lid that keeps all-dark at bay.

And as with all eyes this one cries
Droplets of water like falling tides.
Rain drums down on thirsty sand
The brushes of a close friend’s hand.

Travel now across the dunes,
The sand unraveling in cool night air
And spreading ‘cross the still parched earth
Little thoughts and notions it will consume.

Reaching a crest, you spot a silhouette
Of buildings, like teeth, that snarl at the sky.
Wonder then at hidden virtues,
Placed amongst the sinful hues.

Venture, now, to the city
Whose shimmering lights the dark defy.
Envision now the light of sin
The glare that sends all love to die.

Herein we see the embers burning
Chunks of coal that leave us yearning.
Our minds outpace reality to bliss
Leaving them to burn in deadly furnace.

Here more than elsewhere I misplace my thoughts
Losing them to fiery draught
But other places yet occupy this land
Than cities and dunes and a comforting hand.

There is a place where sound takes shape
Kinetic colors that move, whirl and sway
To beats and rhythms, they dance away
Holding intrusive thought at bay.

While high above, the angels soar
“It’s a strange world”~ and they would know;
While soft guitars do strum below.
Their cadence hum and softly roar

Roads meet, twist, and converge,
Disappear into tunnels, do they ever emerge?
Their paved surfaces running back and forth,
While passing one and another, a third, a fourth.

I leave you now with this mirage
This, my personal mental image.
They are my dreams and reveries
This place where I shall ever be.
Written by
noah chen
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