Amaranthine Journey

seemingly impossible

I heeded the call

executed the task

you, too, can now follow suit

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meet me where our expressions expand

building castles in the billowing iris sky

I eagerly watch your winning ascent

listening closely as you build with your pen

can you hear me cheering

hanging from amethyst moonbeams

right above your dreaming head?

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grab some honeyed words

from this grand, majestic pile

slap them into the heather dust

one on top of the other until they form

the shining foundations of the staircase

that will lift you higher

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carry you far from the grasping shadows

threatening to tear you from your ladder

if you slow your pace for

even one resting hour

don’t get distracted or let them

drag you into the stinking indigo mire

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keep picking with foresight

driven inner strength

lift the gently flowing syllables

above your head

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stack and mortar them

into resplendent crystalline shapes

a shadow cannot ascend steps of

pure light and joyous faith.

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your well-chosen path gradually

shunts you down towers of time

allowing you to build with blocks of

tanzenite truth and lilac lime,

spreading hand-mixed

vulnerability, sharing the burden

lightening the weight

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become an architect of light

a builder of truth,

designer of personal might,

dedicator of all

ornamental objects

bringing delight.

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how do you know

when you’ve reached

your highest height?

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you don’t, that's why

words recombinate

on into infinity

why brand new words

are penned and defined

every single day

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to climb higher

dig our tired bodies out of

holes, and build doors to

unblock the heliotrope corners

we’ve written ourselves into

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I know we will meet together

in a syntactical wonder

a lyrical achievement of epic proportion

the world will never see us

with their dreary raisin feet

constantly occupying judging eyes

shuffling through streets of berry tinted lies

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our city of sentences scripted

amongst verbena scented clouds

whether silently read or

sung at the top of our lungs

words will set us free to

roam the sky and fly unstrung

from the tethers that bind

most people’s feet to the ground

K.B. Silver