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A MAP DRAWN UPON THE HEART
My daily course is familiar,
I rarely have to inquire the way,
I pass faces and landmarks I know,
The map I refer to,
Are old tracings upon my heart.
I have traveled the territory of "loss,"
Without a compass,
I rely upon the stars,
I whisper to them,
Ask them to reveal.
Their bright illuminations,
Reflected upon the mirror of water,
A map is created.
I find my way,
And draw this new path
Again -- traced upon my heart.
