Thursday, October 24, 2013

Pilgrimage

In the dusty corners
Where places live forgotten




By all but a few dusty souls
Who know their secrets




It is in these places I walk
Into those dark corners




And see something shining




I look around
Does anyone else see it?




But there is only quiet
And space




And no words
Or waving hands to fill it




I lean down
And I feel the cool magic




Wash over me
It is a dream




Lost and forgotten




It waited for me here




Where my soul waters stilled enough




To see its reflection




I watch it dancing
And it fills me




The dusty corners
Of this sand swept
place




They fill me overflowing




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Location:Corners of Northern New Mexico