fearie

into the fields we go, let us explore... take my hand without asking and trust in where i lead ...such a beautiful path we trot down but watch for the blades of grass.......no there not cutting you, the blood is nothing just follow me....through the stream so calmly flowing in its silence.....not deep but your drowning....this is the stream of sadness and you are drinking of its waters...take my hand and stay close...through the forest now...stunned by the trees of dreams you can never reach...whats that you see something up there you want ...no careful with the thorns...you cant climb it all by yourself...your bleeding hands should tell you this...take my hand and dont lets go this time...up the steep hill....this is the hard part....keep going im right here we need to rise above this mountain of doubt... almost there dont let go.....ok....were here.. look down at what weve been through...look as we sit above our dreams now... did i let you go once...no because i coulndt have made it without you either...



by dani