Last night when I laid down on my bed, Visions of what could and should be danced in my head. Drifting off to that sacred place, where wise men gather  I do embrace. Logs of cedar burn in the fire. The smell of frankincense and herb takes me higher. Socrates', Plato, Solomon  and  their squires. I humble myself and bow to their shadows and in all their wisdom they embrace my desire. Over my shoulder I hear a whisper…"Continue your path and let…