Rhapsody

Realms of the mind

I so often wander there for passion or from plight

I find there always something that will make it feel alright

To fly with face of peacefulness when all is wrought or broken

There is no better place to know the whisper that's not spoken

Vistas of imagining like whispered rivers near

Worlds beyond all patterning, await the silent tear

And, if the cold's beneath the bone

Or whither on, the flight unknown

When spring pulls back to winter's raging

Or, love of life seem surely aging

The peace is in the mind, the hearth is there to call

Always you will find, the heart not aged at all

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