The Far Away

THE FAR AWAY The far away, out near the end of things, and where no one alive has ever been, unless they had the guiding light that brings the understanding of what's now and then; this is reality of who we are where just the thought of you has taken me, the birth of every light--inflaming star, the tiniest of thought that has to be. And you can feel the magic in the air, consuming everything you've ever known, the burning of insanity that takes you there will leave you cold, but you won't be alone. one day you'll waken to the warmth you see, and feel the magic of what has to be. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet