| The Mist |
| This need, this wonderful dream, with the beauty and mist flies through my mind, leaving a mark. The blue and green of tranquility knock on my door. As I welcome them to my heart, they embrace me and I am wrapped in this concealed mist. The world can stop and time can too. For none of it matters, it is all insignificant. My bed is this grassy knoll and the daisies are my pillow. I am covered by the dark mist and illuminated by the speckled faeries. I slumber in a place unimaginable by the human mind. Nothing close. Nothing here. Just this aquamarine fog and the dreamworld of the gods. I am on a boat, a boat for two. But where is the second? If one could see it would it be human? Or a thought? A feeling? A soul? Who is there by me? Alas! It is a human! He speaks to me in my dreams and through the stars. Our hearts are forever connected and my joyous tears carry this vessel underneath the willow vines. He is there, but he is someone else. And he sits on floating leaves with love in his eyes and passion in his heart. Words of the beginning float and surround me like the mist. And as he leaves, I know the time is not now. For now I am to enjoy the mist. And the faeries guide this ship as I continue my journey. My journey through this heaven. This journey through enlightenment and knowledge to a place never really forgotten. To a place we all come but don't know. And the river of tears joins another. One she rides on. With a seeking soul and wondering eyes. And our vessels merge into one. We are together on this journey through the mist. And our hearts connect and our power is peircing as we explore this world of surprise and mystery to the end. To the end of wanting, searching, waiting. And our tears explode into this cascading waterfall. Where we reach the end. The end of the mist. And the beginning of a new quest. |
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