I was but a traveler. Floating endless through the sea. On the other side of knowledge. Through the pliancy of dreams. And voices there upon the ship.
The apostle awake. Inside a dream. Revealing what shall come to be. With strengthened sight. Tears of stone fell from his eyes. Paving paths than none should follow.
In a blackened blur of crowding clouds. I dropped my sorrow among the leaves. I took my place as wise men do. As the storm prepared its release. Through raging winds and weeping skies.
In a blackened blur of crowding clouds. I dropped my sorrow among the leaves. I took my place as wise men do. As the storm prepared its release. Through raging winds and weeping skies.
I sat upon grassy linen. Looking far into my thoughts. Among deep and dark forests. Lining a hazy grayish loch. And there inside foreshadow dealt. A vision to perception.