stirring secrets

 

I open the pages  
of my mind  
and sometimes wonder  
why I ever leave,  
  
I step inside,  
there are pink daffodils  
in shades of sunshine as I run  
in beauty and innocents of the freedom.  
  
but there is a well there
that if I place my leg upon,
it will disappear in the deep,  
spinning in the echoes;  
  
I lay shaken, a voice
solemn, of indescribable peace

and I wonder why  
I never want to leave,  
  
there is nothing
that could ever hurt me
more than the silence.  
  
on my table there is
wild lavender,
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journeys long are strange indeed…