motherwolf

Life takes you on some strange journeys, sometimes
This, is where the lessons are learned
Listening to my voice gradually slip into the ether
Listening to these words travel through my fingers
This is were I weigh my measure
and learn

These tiny sparks I see
are just those bright enough
to pierce
the veil

oh what waits beyond to unfold
And one more night has been foretold
All the dreams we see as gold
are but shadows to the silver thread

Quietly, I slip away
Like the sunrise