There is a road made of magic.
A road where stardust congeals,
turning into iridescent light.
A road where the banshee can’t wail,
and the whippoorwill always sings.
The trees that line that road
have silver leaves and roots that intertwine
to guard a road that’s never seen.
They stop the ever-frost from moving forward;
frost that would turn their leaves to brown
and freeze the whippoorwill in flight.
It’s a road that leads to every place
and every space…an eternal road
that goes forever more, forever time.
It’s a road that leads from then to now,
and back again to a yesterday long gone.
It is a road that creates a circle within a circle,
forever finding its tail where the road began.
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