In the Americas of the world we wander,
souls in exile.
In my thousand exiles I’ve had visions,
and only in these visions could I find solace.
Sanctuary resides in the heart,
my friend,
and in the perfect universe built around it.
The solar system revolves around your heart.
So tonight,
when the book is shut,
and my dear readers ask
if the great hero of this epic ever went home,
I respond: I have always gone home
Sometimes in tears,
sometimes with the perfect crack of a single brief smile
For home is in your eternal heart,
burning like a dynamite fuse
in the last hour of heaven at closing time

that was B E A U T I F U L!

The last words of something very long I've just completed. I don't know what to do with it now. (nervous laughter)

ehhh post it? lol love to read it

Ha, we're talking 80,000 words...

Can ya email it to me? suvoth @ gmail.com PULLEAASSE!