I dreamt of moments of confession, the cleansing of our souls. Underneath a crimson sun in a vacant world lit by dusk I was woken by a shine beaming through my open eyes,
it whispered to me and lured me to the silent, sleeping streams where we roamed deep into the hours, swaying on the cource sand.
I followed it to mansions made of gold, to houses dressed with decaying walls. My soles swept man’s setting, dancing in the comfort of resting companions.
Then, the glow led me out beyond those walls and we came to a vast plain built with beauty yet, my spine began to shiver
As we grew further from that of which I knew; my precious gravel built roads. We neared a jungle of woods, Staring trees who parted their branches to invite me in to a dim, frightneding forrest
I stood for hours on the line of division, unable to make a decision regarding their requests.
Then, my heart spoke and said that it could shine my inner essence, my core could be my light and so I stepped inside smiling from my inner lit fire and radiantly eager to explore the woods secret shadows.