The passing traveler
caught by the glimmer
of your window
Peers inside,
for a moment blinded
caught off guard
What he beholds,
a remote wonder
stands strong and proud,
filled with persian rugs,
draped with antiquity,
books of magic
Unable to repress
he opens the glass
But he is swept away
by the wind of will
By the story
of heartbreak
and healing
Despite pleas
from his fellow travelers
he dives into
a current of life
He accepts no branch
nor rope
He eludes the shore
electing the depths
For the traveler
has found
his destination