I walk the path along the pond
And something in my heart responds
I look around at what’s in view
And every lap the sights renew-
The plants are plenty and the people few
Each stranger’s glance is just a clue
And as I walk I await the time
When the trees and faces will begin to shine
And as it comes I look around
As vision transcends it’s normal bounds
And everyone else looks lost and drowned
Nerves jangled by an unstruck sound
Of a higher conscience peering down
Light rays search for what’s not yet found-
A perfect portrait most profound
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