Like an ant upon the sands of time, I scour for mine.
Entering sunlight darken Caverns
I search for archeological evidence of my own
Past times of treasures mixed with bone and ash within shadows myst
Forgotten places where I feel lost
Alone in my wonderings
Wondering where I go from here
On this darkest of days, this solstice light
Crashes upon me as a grey ocean laps upon the sands of my time.
Forgotten have I the moment, mixed between all my spells.
Endless weaves of heart threads,
to awaken the fabric of its own accord,
chording within the knots of my majik binds.
So I breathe, let it all go, and gaze upon the midday sun.
The midnight of the darkest part of my heart.
Still waiting, waiting for you.
Will you ever show, or is it just me all along, just tearing me apart.
So I breathe deeply as I shift forms,
from child to elder,
into an ancient dragon born
so that I may soar across these sandy shores of time
dissolving into grey ocean waves.
Until until until
I come again
Upon thine form
Endless footprints stack upon these grey shores
Where darkness blends into light and I find form again.
Death to life
Reborn
Restored
Like the passing of time all over again.
Woven by the norns
Wyrd and wyld tis my destiny
So, once again I strike a chord, I’ll toot my flute, and pass on by.
Singing the songs from the sands of time
Here upon this winter solstice night, I can still hear her echoes across a thousand yarns of fate.
