LJA
the images blurred, shot through with curling trails
of venomous black and green.
Why these illusive images, indistinct?
Ah, but master, it is not so
the dreams were lined with memories known,
what good to dredge this feeling from the depths?
What is accomplished? What is gained?
Hasn't this gone on long enough?
Shouldn't this odyssey find an end?
The waters were troubled, the images surreal
and can't be touched or laid to rest.
What good does it do to dredge these poisons
from their depths?
She runs to hide but finds no rest
Within her soul on nights like this.
Then stir the cauldron, push the paddle
through its depths and stir
stir until the poison dredges out the soul
and let her rest, just let her rest.
Your words are cryptic filled with ambiguity
she seeks rest and peace,
o master, yet you give her
these twisted threads of tangled thought.
Will it end, master,
will it run its course and find its grave
in life well lived?
When will it end? How will it end?
So she must hear, must tune her thoughts
accept the dreams. Is that her way,
is that her path to reach an end?
Will she find her way? This I must know!
"Tonight I will stand again beside the cauldron
search its depths in aid of her.
She is tired, master, her mind is weary
and needs my help to find her way."
"You smile, dear master, to hear my plan,
Then let the waters be troubled
that I may share this path, this way with her,
and guide her to peace."
Ah, yes, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
What gained? She dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
The cauldron bubbles and she dreams
yet she knows not what she dreams.
There is no rest, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
I show the way when she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
Ah, yes, she dreams
yet she know not what she dreams.
That we shall see, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
That we shall see, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
As you will, my friend, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
As you will, my friend, she dreams,
yet she knows not what she dreams.
