Elephant of Dreams


And in the elephant of dreams
There lives a shining core
On thundering earth, footprints
Making pilgrimage
Imperative in every cell
The shrine unseen, unknown
Whispering still the urgent call
“Return, come thou home”
Amplified by fine-tuned ears
While we in deafness
Founder in the storms of noise
Skittering clattering snarls
Of more and now, occlusion’s
Smoke and mirrors
Forestall the peace of thought
Obscuring all the why
Within the whats, the wheres, the whos
Given by strife
But the great elephant of dreams
Hears the calling
“Wanderer, we await
Bring your starstuff home.”

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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