Distant

In a dismal land where those of old have roamed

beyond the faint grasps of light amidst array of trees

solitude awakens perpetual dreams of that which has never been

Though I search through paths of somber trails

the gates are closed before me

I hearken the dreary cries of birds in the distance

the horizon yields no hope

What is it that eludes discernment?

What is it that evades certitude?

The unknown beguiles me

fortitude is found in the void

Arachne weaves the threads of sanity

Fathomless are the shadows of a forlorn night

for in them there is what is not

but as words erased from a page

so shall dreams be when one awakes