Friday, September 24, 2010

Realities Doorway

Realities Doorway

I am free to wander
all the stories that
could ever be,
choose the ones I 
like the best
to tell myself
in sleepy morning 
smiles.
The sacred doorway stands open
my little house surrounded
in gentle blue heaven.
My landscape bold and bright
with soft-hued bubbles
for enchantment.
Voyages, stories
siren call
to blessed stones of serenity,
eternally
sea-washed
sun-warmed
adhered to by playful
sparkling sands.
Anytime you ask
I will send you my stories
to dream on, to
interweave, to enhance.
Just outside my doorway
there are eternities more.

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