The Palace of my Crown

As I sit unknowing of my future age I find myself
At one with the moment at hand and I tell myself:

Feed upon the potential you know grows within your soul
Aspire towards your dreams for only you know all it is you wish for
Open your heart to the universe and hear in the song of morning bird call
That the night has fallen and once more the warmth of the sun doth kiss the valley.
Strange, obscure thoughts pass throughout my mind
The wish to be a changeling, the wish to be stranger than I am

No reason is there left within the palace of my crown.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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