At the dawn of time with it's first breath,
explore the wonders not governed by death.
If magic's found in a wonderment,
why can't we explain the dreams we've dreamt?
In glimmers of hope, defenses shaken,
we remember a familiar haven.
A light hovers in the twilight mist,
offering shelter to those adrift.
Hearts once lost have been captured,
riveted, by what's known as rapture.
Do you dream dance on a bridge of thought
when the timeless zone has you caught?
When thoughts strike amidst human confusion,
enlightening bolts tear the veils of illusion.
A quest leading through mystical lands
will give truths to those who understand.
A timeless table, transformed and whole
is shared by many a wandering soul.
Dreams come to us from unknown source,
why can't we explain what they reinforce?
As thoughts are released from repressive webs,
insights will lead us through what's ahead.
We hope to discern the answers to why,
can reasons be clear without their reply?
Life's tapestry remains ever changing,
the colours of love endow it with meaning.
When we progress through our seasons in time
we'll learn how to weave our future's design.
Lisbeth Hill