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Rachel Lewis Apr 2010
Here's what I see:
A tree
Carved out of the side of a hill
With wooden planks battered into the bark
To form a makeshift ladder

To you, whoever you are,
It could be a crow's nest
On a pirate ship.
You scan the ocean with your twig telescope,
But nothing's there but the water and calm
Nothing, definitely not this messy world.

It could be a castle.
You're a princess,
Lucky you.
Look out over your balcony
Down that stepping stone staircase
That leads to your kingdom.
Lucky, lucky you.

It could be the tree I see,
But I don't think so.
This escape is far too full of an unseen magic
To be as mundane as it looks to my clouded eyes.

You find your refuge here,
A hazy vision that blurs out my reality
And replaces it with your own.
I hope that mine
Never breaks through yours.
I hope that you never have to see the same dark streets I do-
That, to you, this tree is always more
Than just a tree.
I hope that your version of reality
Lasts forever.
I hope you never lose it

Because I know that I will always be curious-
I want to see where that ladder leads you.

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