Many a times we brood over something special. Even though I am able to recollect holding your hand, I still see that at a distance, a lamp lights up the sky with the stars that look at you run. The spirit that yearns for a love that I never had, being with the clouds, a sage awakens. Away beyong the mystic realm, we are so intertwined that yesterday the raven which held us close, flew through the trees. Hours into the sunlight, the dark crescent, the serpent slipped into the night with a glorious, yet a haunting melody. I believe it is time that we fall away, fall back into your arms that are, and will be, HOME!