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The Journey

The journey begins this
mysterious night. It is
filled with much anticipation
and delight. Lucky
is me this fortunate wight.
The stars are out and
the heavens bright.

At that time of day when
half the world sleeps.
As comets fly and the
moonlight creeps. Its
magical light the tradition
it keeps. The creatures
start to stir and will
play for keeps.

A woven spider�s web is
this trickle of time. Ghosts
from the past are so sublime.
Things are kept
in tune by reality�s chime.
The journey we take is
more than just
pantomime.

Have a near life experience
relapse. How sweetly
flows the energy synapse.
Cogent arguments
stand so close to collapse.
Maybe there is no
point in fighting it perhaps.

Echoes of footsteps have
finally faded. Trek with
confidence into the sea
I�ve waded. These dreams
of mine are no longer
shaded. By the visions of
you I am finally persuaded.