Wednesday, March 12, 2014

End Times 7

Hallowed is the heart.
    That walked through these doors.

Years ago.
    To escape those who sought to abuse.

Others walked the same path for centuries.
    North by northwest.

A path, a road.
    A way to and or from.

Found a Whey Station.
    Place to repose.

Found a place to heal.
    A place to dream.

Now the road calls.
    As it has before.

Time to move on.
    To the next adventure.

The circle is open.
    The circle is closed.

Incense burns.
    Frankincense and Mir.

The scent of smoke fills the room.
With a prayer of parting….

K.J.K. 02-01-07