Into the Mystic

I wish I could

fly

into the mystic

high

with

the greatest

of ease

running in the race

that ran

out of time

but didn’t

risk it

taking a drive

instead

around the block

brought me

back to where

I am now

behind the

tall

narrow

trees

hearing the cows

come home

blacksmith

hones

plows that

tear open

mother earth’s

crust

it’s that

house

over there

the one

with that

lonely

light on

upstairs

you never know

if there’s someone

home

but

you do see

shadows

and flickering

candles

behind those blinds

unfamiliar

sounds

like

music

you’ve never heard

before

the

mantra

dare

moans

sending chills

up and down

your

tingly

spine

 

 

 

 

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in 'sunny' California with my lovely wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I have a 'heartfelt and deep-seated' interest in. I surely hope you will find my articles 'interesting and informative' as well. I sincerely appreciate your interest and you are welcome to visit here as often as you'd like. You can read more 'about me' within this site. Thank you for visiting!
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