Every night is a pilgrimage

Of visions and vim and vigour;

Feeding from your sacred flower,

Pulsing as the light gets dimmer.

Every night I cross the border

From sorrow to the joy of you;

Supping from brilliant beauty,

The gifts you bestow keep me true.



Filed under Poetry, Thoughts, Travel

4 responses to “Journey

  1. northernmalewhite

    Is this
    about being a


  2. Professor VJ Duke

    The professor enjoyed this! He sends his thanks and requests more….

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