The aged aged man
follows the echos
of the three voices
a strange wild song
that leads him to
the four riddles
of darkness
suspended
in the blackness
above
the sea of dirge
in the deepening canyon
of solitude and secrets
he calls to you
to follow
to join him
in the silence
to listen
will you?
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rob kistner © 2022
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Spy’d through my mind’s looking glass
a fantasy realm where I must go
shall not another moment pass
it’s long been my dream — now alas
all plans are made to make it so
like in a boat beneath a sunny sky
excitement warms my voyager’s heart
soon through the clouds I’ll soar on high
with wings of wonder I will fly
the waiting’s over — I now depart
fantastic is this spell I’m under
magic of a splendorous kind
a world of cornucopic wonder
treasure troves of dreams to plunder
in this voyage of my mind
in my fancy’s elaboration
through stars of wonder I ascend
soar in sweet hallucination
in ships of my imagination
oh, would this voyage but never end
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rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at:dVerse