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There was a story in every poem

there was a hidden truth as 

I expressed memories of my youth.

Though some of the pages were

glorified and romanticized to allure

the reader who was also a dreamer.

Dreaming of a love that yearned through

as the pages turned from book one to book two.

Dreaming of an old Kentucky home, fishing by the willow,

watching the jet planes take off with somewhere exciting to go.

The reader who is too the dreamer could read between the lines

as the stories were told of relatable lives.

There was always a beacon of light whilst reading in the dark shadows

of the elements. There was a relaity portrayed somewhere deep within

the illusions of an eternal essence.

There was faith and grace as the traveler wandered to the memory

of each next page.

Though some things went unsaid to this very day.

And that's all I have to say-

until one day...