Night

....mystery and mooncool shine
this August evening promises....
and I, with racing heart, await these moments of illumination.

So long, it seems, since Ancient Voices
spoke my name....
So long the nights of dreamdrought sleep
and days devoid of adventure.

But now, I am walking the Dreampaths once more....
and strange and foreign the paths become....
New patterns forming?

I feel I am being born....
still awake on the previous Wheel....
No surety of definition yet,
but knowing, none-the-less, definition exists.
 
 

Starwynd

August 29, 2000

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