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