Gene Twaronite

A Place You Never Knew

You see your life flowing past,
wishing you could hold it
back against time,
as swallows dart across the waters
with thoughts too fleet to recall.
You feel something slowly stir
like a fetus within you.
Too soon to know its sex
or if it’s a poem,
but you sense a presence there,
tinged with a seductive grace
and a slight sensuality.
Already you seek to control it.
You say there is a reason,
but there is no mathematics to it.
Yet there is magic here.
Just go with it.
You long for a place you never knew
and a memory that never was—
a rich walled city of spires, cathedrals,
palaces, and art galleries,
with winding streets
and fragrant courtyards,
set against a lake of solitude,
waves breaking gently
on a welcoming shore.
Worlds upon worlds of being
in words still waiting
to be born.