Meeting of
minds
Carving
out a niche in time
Each
evening when darkness descends
Amidst
all the busywork
To meet
the masters of yesteryear
Ripples
in the collective unconscious
A
stirring in the great cerebral hall of fame
A room
of one’s own
Awaits
those who seek
Difficult
to find
Amidst
the many cluttered passages
In the
vast house
Remember
the path inward
In
dreams a path remembered
Door
opened in childhood
Leading
me inward
Onward
toward the masters
Swirling
in the mist above
Flying
high above grasping hands
Consolation,
not alone
A world
of minds exists apart
Unknown
except to few
Who hold
the secret close
To
grateful hearts
A world
unlike any other
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Copyright 2014
Paula M. De Angelis
