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 honor be your lifter."

Adrian A. Gardiner

Oct.29,2010

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