Walk with me a bit if you would

Because I have a place I’d like

You to see, not unlike the places

I have been with you, those who

Have guided me there in a vessel

Borne on words that were crafted

From open minds and honest hearts.

It is a secret place that I can still

Get lost in, but the exit is always

Easy to find if I write it out quick

Enough, as I do at this very moment,

Here with you, mapping the hidden

Corners with magic keys, each one

Scribed with a mystic letter.

Follow me as I have followed you

And we shall explore this world

Together, a landscape of words not

Yet written, where dreams merge

With shadows to form a cohesion

Of ideas yet unexpressed, fingers

Chanting unformed incantations.

Here is the place I come to when

There is nowhere else to go, a

Garden that is always shifting

Beneath the surface of change,

Ideas reshaped as I am reshaped

By the simple act of living from

One day to the next.

Thank you for walking with me

And for allowing me to walk with

You in the secret places of your

Shadows, dreams, hopes, despairs,

Engraved with keys that resemble

Mine but arranged in different ways,

To weave your magic words.

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“Poets”