kristy

I dreamt of her again, my old friend
she was like she had always been
careful, mysterious
she comes to me sometimes from beyond
never with a thing to say
but always with intent
I am searching now for answers
that line her quiet mouth
her curly hair
all is changing, lost now upon the
rocks of time
we flow into an unknown
and she, with me, in dream
showing me how lost I have become
how lonesome this path
and how far i have walked
the veils are lifting yet more
opening doors into the darkness of soul
I remain captive yet, inside this mind
waiting for truth to be revealed

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