Ariadne's Thread

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the moment, i see, i do see

the waters glistening on her voice

in the westbound wind, what is cool

the coolness does swirl around

the moments, quiet as the moon's

reflection in my eyes, i do see

and in my sight, my sight

does release, and pulls me in

closer than i was before, closer

than i'll ever see, or ever would hope

to dream, when in dream, that land

as often as my eyes do wander

from moment to moment

i would love to bring my love

to where she has never been

never been before

then in dream, should i lose

all that i would, in the veil of moments laughing

when in the ripe fortune of days now

lost in the center, in the center, of what remains

what remains at the day, all that i love

or i would love to see, inside the

passion of her, her soul as her soul

as a gown she does wear, only for

my eyes to see, i know that when

the sun does rise, in the eastbound

sky, all in dream will collapse

and thoughts come again to die

for in my thoughts, these twisted fates

of words no more shall i be, than what

i am to be, in the forest of thought

deep shades of you, lost in the guise

of summer's sun, i am lost for you

only as the night shall drift, in the moments

of truth