9 April 2013 a trip down editorial lane: ashley smith for russh #47

On a lonely night
And a lone rendezvous
Such as this, 
My mind often departs
For the realm of living thought.

As I meditate, 
And leave behind earthly concerns, 
The winds of wanderlust
Carry my consciousness
To a land where
My beauteous thoughts
Are made manifest, 
As verdant hills roll
Beneath an endless azure sky.

My desires and
The Enchanted Forest's magic
Become the warp
For each other's weft.

-Owen Johnston