Take a walk with me
through places long hidden;
through eras, amours,
and saturated visions:

seafoam mist and golden foliage,
sun prisms and moonspots over
pale green dew-soaked meadows
that darken to emerald shadows.

Follow me to crashing foam and
azure pathways through swirling seas,
along amethyst tipped mountains
that brush the frothing skies;

beside crystal-kissed stars
dazzling in sleeping sunlight;
over gold-scattered sands
bursting nearly russet-red.

Imagine the sharpness,
the starkness, and consider
with me–softly, slowly–
the magic of a pen.


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