July 12, 2008
By Olivia Ezinga, Alto, MI

Enigma’s steep magic forced in your eyes
Has built a wall, a brilliant russet blaze
Around the thresholds to enter your soul,
And I want the key to step within.
Plains of dread and deepening silence
Resound on my feet as I tread the land,
Like the wind’s steady power and might
And the rush of the roaring seas
I feel your presence on the horizon,
And when I turn to gaze upon you
You unlock the door and I step inside.

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