It’s strange, what is in the mind.
It will be all right.
Because it is in the mind.
It sets us apart.
Letting go; this time and again.
Fragile voices.; the angels dance.
So long ago.
It was the ‘Riddle of the steel’
Canyons of the night.
Fires dying down.
The senses of those things.
Forever; it has been.
Those wings we have found.
To fly away.
A thousand leagues or more.
Yet into the night and our abyss.
The depth of the fall,
None shall see or know.
I feel again.
It is the raven; the ‘nevermore’
The place that calls will bring me there.
I rest now,
So hard,
So peaceful.
The castle does move.
