fauxcroft

We spin yarns of light

Like silken thread

Though out our life

From birth to death

A trail of silver filigree

Of luminescent living dreams.

Our conscious mind creates the path

Writes a story an epitaph

Of how we have lived and all we do

Tracing and mapping all the truths.

We set sail on stormy sees

Leaving these trails of filigree

Through the darkened skies of ebony

Only conscious truth guiding me.

Up through the peaks of savage waves

Down into troughs as we prevail

Finding a place that we can call home

Finding a love hitherto unknown.

Yet through all these hardship we still weave

The strands of light and filigree

Leaving a path for others who may follow me

To a land of mystical dreams.

I cannot claim to have found home yet

For I still ride the waves as best

As any person could be expected to

In search still, of home, love, truth.

And as I sail and navigate my way

I peer from the crows nest

No fear today

For I hope to spy land very soon

As I am guided I through the night by truth and moon.