There’s another place
beyond the confines
of the darknesses within.
It spreads its bright compassion
in gentle sorties
upon the channelled boundary
we have built.
The duplicity of its exposure
reveals itself in all its richness
and the proof of our incarceration
in the passing of days.
Inside, deep within,
in the padlocked
privacy of knowing,
there’s another place.
Another place, untouched by time,
and the pillaging of fortune
where the pilgrim sun also rises
but never sets.
1 comment:
Keith. Awesom photo and poem. You are gifted.
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