How Like The Desert

How like a desert is the hall way
where people in the distance are obscured by the Light
How like a desert is this hall way outside your old office
where no one knows my name – my true name

How like a mountain top is this hall way
where the winds sings a shuffle muffeling song
How like a mountain top is this hall way
where all manner of bird flits and flies . . .

How like a hallway is this hallway
leading . . . somewhere
Somewhere . . . i want to go

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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