Silk Trek

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Who longs, as the finest silk ought

To leave go all the soft-touch

To join the rugged from the far-reaches of the closet

To assume the trudge daily through crystal-cold streams 

A bandera, of sorts

Rambling top speed, East to West, then Eastward again, down an unattended-to thoroughfare

The most subtle of beacons guiding the eager to new heights

Then, after God-willed extra innings

To be the edges of the seat, rounding third wide, photo finish, face first slide into home 

humble warrior

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An inaudible promise and sigh
The most solemn tears
Necessities thrown to the floor
Secrets exposed now to light
Because of the understanding reach
A moment with heart held in the hand
One hesitant step as if to make sure
The thought to retreat 
A kiss where fragile greets harsh 
Eyes bowed in great honor 
This presence 

Home Anew

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Were you there when the dark eyes lit up 

Shining bright, full of freedom and thanks

Did the cultural kiss and the giving good gifts

Lift your hope to a much higher place

What of when, with a pen in the hand

Beauty flowed, coming straight from the heart

Will you write with by-line, their stories most sublime 

Should these smiles be denied brand-new starts

No Place

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This isn’t just any journey, is it

Where a global position or place

Will help us know we’re home 

Hand now a part of the heart to the empty space

Where we’d only been ebbing around the edge

Turn and flow fully into this day each day

Tell if that doesn’t feel like home 

The word of a friend