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Compass of the Magi
by James Dalton Byrd
A wrong turn
awoke a sleeping boy
within me.
A street not traveled before
awoke a muse
and a new world was born.
Places unseen
hiding behind an inactive imagination
built of shades of gray
then sepia
then
vivid color.
I had lost the compass of the magi
and
the map of dreams
I carried when a child
They had always led me to hidden countries
just over the horizons of my mind.
I did not know
they were still with me...
in a forgotten pocket
in a well-worn denim brain
I need to find my way again
to new adventures
to new passions
to walk barefoot in clover once more.
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