Dream Journey

In the night, in my dreams fly far away. Journeying through mountain passes thick with forest and fog. Streams that sing and lakes so still they mirror perfectly the stars above. I walk in distance and I move in time. Passing through to the days where the land was wild and men were free. An age where the earth was still had the faintest glimmer of it's former purity. The unknown fills my heart with the perfect union of fear and wonder. My soul is parched with a thirst for emprise that can not be quenched.