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journey of the soul
departure from sanity
my mind now time travels
and entwines with my dreams
for i have visited
the room of inner peace
i am no longer looking in the direction
of mundane pleasantries
i will find what my soul loves
as searching candle in hand
peering past the darkness
then, i hear a voice
go out tonight
and see a thousand candles
in the sky
they are reminders
that others have found their way
will you
sometimes in my meditations, i really go out there
there is a silence within this house
the crisp sound of a
page turning within these
four walls is not vibrating
in my ear
even the very chair
you sit in
has an unending emptiness
within it
even though the phone rings
dogs bark
and outside the open door
the birds sing to fill the wood
with music
yet, there is a silence
for in your most quiet moments
i at the other end of this house
close my eyes with contented smile
knowing the beating heart
of my beloved
is filling the house
with the crisp sound
of happiness
for my wife, when she reads the house  could be burning and say, wait till i have finished the chapter
so many people
each one making their way about
opening worlds within
bound covers
filled with possibilities
and the words flew off pages
like young birds
into minds that will grow wings
and for a time will leave
the nest of everydayness
sometimes
as the book is closed
the still dizzying effect
of its power
has left with the reader
as they find their way out
of the labyrinth of pages
i love watching children at a book store, sitting on the floor reading, engulfed, learning
rose in the mirror
most ardent lover
reflective beauty without the thorns
wearing only
red radiant raiment
before me
unashamed, flawless
bathing in the light of
one single candle
remain there in the looking glass
my love
until your transient ways
will leave me alone
once again
this poem reveals me in so many ways
a dozen red roses
now carefully dried
bound by a single strand
of purple lace
perhaps a memory
of a love gone by
no, not laid down
somewhere at eye level
but above
perhaps as a prayer
la rosa muestra
su pasion
radiant bajo el sol
aun mas hermosa
bajo la luna y estrellas
i feel the old ways
the ancient ways
rising like fragrant incense
finding their way
back to us as old friends
perhaps someone will love them
once again
as they come with myths and legends
to a world  that can no longer
find the blue bird of happiness
so when you meet someone
who is lost
or has lost something within themselves
perhaps in their deepest being
they are knights in shining armour
in search of a dragon
that has yet to be awakened
by the voice
of  a little child
i cried writing this poem
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