I know them still,
Those places from before;
Pictures, writings,
Do not do them justice,
For their essence sings
Beyond mere dimensional limits.

And no, I do not know
Where the borders lie--
Perspective, horizons,
Or especially duration--
Only that spirit spoke there,
And even now speaks to the soul

--Some Romanticism trickling
Down from illusional distance
Igniting gifts and interactions
(Enduring even in the blood)
To a vivid, unquenchable
Spiritual fire.

03/24/2015

Author's Note: On experiencing images of Germanic Europe.

Posted on 03/24/2015
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