Into the Unknown

Led through the mist

By the milk-light of moon

All that was lost is revealed

Our long bygone burdens

Mere echoes of the spring

But where have where we come?

And where shall we end?

If dreams can't come true

Then why not pretend?

How the gentle wind

Beckons through the leaves

As autumn colors fall

Dancing in a swirl

Of golden memories

The loveliest lies of all