Sunday, October 9, 2016

"Realms of the mind"

I so often wander there for passion or from plight
I find there always something that will make it feel alright
To fly the face of peacefulness when all is wrought or broken
There is no better place to know the whisper that’s not spoken
Vistas of imagining like whispered rivers near
Worlds beyond all patterning, await the silent tear
And, if the cold's beneath the bone
Or whither on, the flight unknown
When spring pulls back to winter's raging
Or, love of life seem surely aging
The peace is in the mind, the hearth is there to call
Always you will find, the heart not aged at all


© 2012 whickwithy

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