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Jun 2010
Golden chrysanthemums litter the path
With the superfluous dusting of pine pollen gold
As the Phoenix perches in the chocolate tree
And the fairies twitter of stories untold
The mighty river flows down t'ward the sea
Can anyone make it return where it came
As the birds flying high in their journey down south
And bleached white rainbows seem to whisper my name
Delicate and fragile as an orchid's petals
My mind slips down a sunbeam's shaft
As through my closed eyes I can still smell the perfume
And hear the sweet music as the shadowed ones laughed

A world of harsh solids and stern ways to think
Is held to accounting by that dimly seen
For the world of the hidden, the shadows, the fay
Is so much desired by those who have been
I live in a world which men may call real
But I've seen so much more than the dull mind can think
I've heard colours that sing and seen the taste of laughter
And I've traveled the journey right up to the brink
For those who can hear me and know what I speak
Can we ever go back to the start
For all of the visions that gather around us
Will always be part of our heart
Copyright June 26, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
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Timothy Emil Birch
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