I'm flying through a tunnel

Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnelThe tunnel of memory that leads me back homeThe past blurs my present, so my vision is doubleThe walls and the ceiling curve into a dome
From here I can see my home, tilting And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame My father's empty chair is slowly ascendingTipped by the light, outlining its frame

This is the opening poem from my book, Home, and the preparatory sketch for its cover, both originating from the same place, the same vision in my mind. I find it so magical that through a creative collaboration with a wonderful actress, Kathy Bell Denton, the words--and the vision--come alive through her voice. 

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