Follow the signs, all the clues are there,
They are blurry and pre-eminent in subconscious.
A witch came to me in an electronic dream,
She is waiting for me, waiting for me to do something.
A land with purple skies, the rockbridge over a stream,
Comfort ridden but never go into the trees,
Snow falls like sorrow, burdening the branches,
A land of unconquered fears, terrain truly treacherous
Where I've never thought to go,
That is where she is waiting.
Follow the signs, all the clues are there,
Right behind your face.
A vision struck me, by my heart, it was led,
He is sleeping here, waiting to wake up.
A petri culture of small desires in my head,
Driving energies that riddle the bones,
Cataloging adventures in the dust of future tomes,
A path of swollen riches, dreams as old as stone,
Where I never thought I could go,
That is where she roams.
Follow the signs, all the clues are there,
Spoken without words, but clear.
A journey started with the stroke of a pen,
We are creating our own history, present and now.
A time to live, a thought to go to again,
Creation beckons to one who yearns to strive,
Still without words, hands connecting to the scribe,
A place where if you want to, you can fly,
Where I hope I can be strong just once and go,
That is where she is waiting.
Author notes
True that, it is so the things we seek are obvious from the start yet they can be so hard to see as we are clouded by the desire itself.
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