©2011, Olan L. Smith
Dark secrets lay behind many a door, and many a soul lives a dream within dreams.
Lift him up sweet light and give him visions of hope, and hold him with your arms.
Cradle his essence and release it to the heavens, where he may be with you on beams
Of light radiating from deep within your being, and let him know that in your charms
You gave him life. Open your realm and he will enter and dance with joy,
For he has passed from here to there, and there he belongs forever more yours to hold
Deep within your bosom, for that is where he resides, knowing since youth as a boy
He was not of this world but of another realm, a story that will hence be told
Of a lad, nothing more, who dreamed a dream, and left this earth
To a place held secret, and few will discern his passing or his rebirth.
There is a time and place where two realms meet and souls exchange, and he is one
Such being, who roams not walking a path well-trod but hears a voice beckon.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
