by Glen Martin Fitch
In dreams
I often go back
where I've been
to visit buildings
long since left behind.
There,
well beyond thought,
I again begin to re-enact
the Zodiac of my mind.
But why,
I wonder,
do I often find that
through some strange new door
I've gone astray?
or to this passage
were my eyes made blind
when last I saw this wall
by light of day?
By night
this altered vision
has its way of shining
just as true as any star
and yet by dawn
this door cannot delay to fade
into the wall without a scar.
But rival 'scapes
I only see at night,
as stars at noon
are absent to our sight.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011