Dreamweavers

A sea breeze echoes softly It's song echoes through your mind, Leaves you thinking of tomorrow And the life you left behind. And drives you to your destiny As silent sirens wail. A sad lament for travellers Held in the hand of fate, Your future stand

Denizens of sylvan places Hidden from the eyes of man, Courtesans with sylph-like graces Dancing to the pipes of Pan - That echoed through the ether Notes that soured the wings of halcyon, Songs to give our life the meaning That we lack now they have

"I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words Forged by time in a tale of Such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as My story begins, Yet like all fools considered Myself to be wise - A match for all things. But the lessons