Pages tattered and torn
Wrinkled with coffee stains
Is the basis
Of an ecstatically
Luminous adventure
Twisting and turning
With every plot
Through the corridors
Of our imaginations'
Our dreamscapes
On the astral plains
We're all called upon
To help the helpless
Some situations cutting
Piercing through unmentioned
Wormholes
Are direr than we
Can comprehend
We see the camouflaged
Mocking and laughing
At the immensely destructive chaos
Their evil ambition has created
Ruthless ripples
Of horrendous tsunamis
Throughout all dimensions
I finally found him
Such overflowing relief
Forty-three years later
Crying, confused, and
Broken, his frail mind
Finally wide open
Accepting the truth
Of whom we actually are
Ready to see what is
Unconscionable reality
Constructed right
In front of everyone's face
Through that illusionary veil
"Oh, it'll eat your soul
If you let it. Stand up.
You're ok, you're not
Losing your mind."
I calmly explained
With lucid precision
Forty-three years earlier
Wrapped in a great mystery
A small strip of land
Separated two family households
A red Cadillac with fins
Pulled up to me
Within the small
Cluster of the enchanted forest
Just a child I was
Ready to leave
Wondering where my brother
Had run off too yet again
A blonde scruffy teenager
Was at the wheel
With piercing oceanic eyes
He said, "We will find him later.
We have to go!"
Trusting him without qualms
I jumped into the back seat
Of lavish white leather
Trimmed with an amazing
Apple red
And off we went
Through the stargate
A simple promise
From three strangers
That somehow I knew
Their souls so very well
Kept their promise to me
In the most unexpected
Wonderfully blessed way ©
Karen L. Fleming
Wrote: 5.11.23 Edited: 5.25.23
