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Wanderers
April 25, 2016
My kingdom is windchimes on a mountain
dancing starlight and travelling rivers
Silver and sun touched
gathered under the fading branches of a hemlock tree
Dangling suns and moons
bronze and silver
A galaxy of summer shells and diamonds
weaving around the tree like a curtain of wind
Choirs of stone angels
guarding the memories of history
the trinkets of wanderers
the relics of dreamers
Who was here before me?
Who has left me the mysteries of their past lives?
Thank you
Thank you for letting me discover the temples of the dreamers
Thank you for pushing me to imagine what magic people will leave behind
Thank you for letting me walk the footprints of strangers.
© Jason B., Colorado Springs, CO
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I wrote this poem about a shrine on top of a mountain that captured my attention. Something about it made me think about the people of the past and the magic mysteries that people will leave for others.