Elusive Lullaby

There are things out there, that will never be known,
places left unexplored and mysterious left unsolved,
but sometimes the greatest discoveries, and the darkest ventures,
aren't always that far from home...
Because there's a wonder you have for this ghost of a smile,
and a question for the glazed look in my eyes.
You know, deep-down, the lightness of these foot-falls,
don't match the tones I tend to take,
and even though they seem hostile,
you can feel that there's another vibe in the wake...
But it's a notion at the tip of your tongue;
something you can't seem to place...
The hum in the soul, you'd have to follow...
To where the sun filters through an ever-green canopy;
Where creatures of Fact and Fiction can be undoubted, and roam free;
Where fallen things can still be delivered, along the stream;
Where my mind has brought me, in the refuge of a dream...
And it is there, on the breeze, that you'll hear a sound that will make you cry,
for no reason, you can conceive, in that narrow mind,
but your heart can find the note to harmonize,
with the tune of an elusive lullaby...