I want them to let me Into that other world To live where the sand Always shifts underfoot Where lovers can't break with your eyes and your smile Where walls can contain all That is or shall be Where doors can be found Into mysterious worlds Where the people aren't growing Where they have always been Where nothing is new And nothing is old All is eternal Everything shifts and it Changes each night, but it Lasts through the ages Its timeless for time Is not real
3 March 2011
Interesting that this was before what I consider some of my most formative poetic experiences, yet it flows so organically with what I've been writing since then. I suppose the difference is that they DID let me into that other world ;)