Turn, OBJ, turn.
My dear friend, turn.
Where you walk is a forest of trees.
Deep, deep, dark blue-black deep as the ocean.
You can swim the ocean but not trees.
Your silver coins can only buy
A small basket of kisses – and no more.
But you would have betrayed your soul.
Turn, my dear friend.
Come back to earth.
These you see are not men, not women.
Stars all!
A continent of giggling stars
Awaits the pure in heart.
From my forthcoming collection: Four Serenades: Water, Earth,
Wind and Fire.
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