Endless treasures adorn this hall
It’s dome ascends
as secret desires unfold
Passions blaze on gilded walls
where timeless laments tear
Wake to the dream
wherein, your heart resides
Unchain the shackles
Lose your spirit
to wonder timeless valleys
smitten by society
The power rests
in your hand
to resurrect nobility
from falsehood’s ash
and embark on a path
true to thyself
darkness to meet the abyss
imparting light
Cynthia Proctor (A Dove) ©1997
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