at the point of reality and dreams, a soothing song softly floats in the air to
me from the fog. It calls deeply to my soul, like the memory of a lost forgotten
love from a distance past. Is it real, or just echoes of my heart wishing for
some thing my conscious has yet to understand.
song in the mist calls, do I search for the singer, or do I stay on the safely
the shores of reality. Common sense tells me to stay, but my heart beckons me to
I go to my death, to be lost in the fog for some thing I have never seen, but
have felt only in my heart. Do I rely on the faith that the song is true, or do
I turn back to the solitude of the shore.
point my bow into the thick of it's gray unknown, trusting to my heart that all
will be well and knowing that it will be so.
Dedicated to my mermaid. I know not what seas, lakes, or rivers she swims, only that she is some where out there in the mist of dreams. I search for her still.