macbastard

I think that I sleep in a acient forest, gaurded by elves. But I do not know for sure, for when I awake I am still in a bed and an appartment. And sometimes in my dreams, and sometimes in my dreams, she who I have known forever, but never met, walks amongst the moss to me, Her barefeet gilded with dew, and she lays down beside me and makes my life better, if only in my sleep. For waking breaks the spell that I cannot even cast. And the sky, and the wind, and the trees and the leaves, and my love all wait for my return. I don't know how I get there, and Im not even sure, even sure, if I ever was there at all. But I know they wait, and I must, I must return.

Here I go...

M