Meandering, frozen in time
Wandering, into a sacred land where silence lies
Yearning, for a treasure found
Beyond the illusory
Trapped within the imagination
A slave to unloved lives
A noise which never dies
Grasping for moments which halt the decay
A knowing of histories, failures, and victories
Desperate for love without slipping away
Grinding and toiling, maintain hope for epiphanies
Dark and alone, she floats through the droves
Beauty in mystery, in dreams foretold
Hover around you always
Movements bring music, brings the light of day
Waves wash over freely, this fog will carry me away
Stirring the poison stream, carries the ego to environs foreseen
