Wayfarer
On the shores of destiny
beneath a full moon's beam
lay midnight seas of ebony,
enchantment in a dream.
A salty mist begins to climb
and settles on my face,
I travel to another time;
beyond the realm of space.
In my dream the landscape shines
bathed in an eerie light,
illuminating all the signs,
straight to the heart of night.
I'll not fear a soul's unrest
or shadows dark within,
instead I'll do my very best
to find where dreams begin.
I shall always try to hold
my place down by the sea,
perhaps there's more to growing old
than just eternity.
Then I wake and nothing's there
for nothing's what it seems
and I am just a wayfarer;
enchanted by a dream.
T.L. Finch
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