for many miles and years
I have traveled in my mind
and on the ground
through visions weary
and scenery grand
with fog and flame
at my wisdom's tail
while mirrors' envy
as winters pale
a majestic tapestry
weaving gently
in and out of each
peculiar woe
for such forest is keen
to witness
all its inhabitants grow
for in far away waters
far more serene
the truest truth ever
joyously convenes
to surpass this pool of circumspect chaos
and dares again to dream why another mighty
fabulous dream
one where it is in evidence
just beyond what is clearly and not so clearly
seen
a far less likely conflicted theme
souls immersed not so much in bodies of sin
but bodies that reflect more so the being
housed within
this the heart weeps for and waits for
without vision's end
(written Jan 7,2004 3pm)