Do not come here old friend
if you speak sad tidings...

Come find me
when all your troubles are done...

I will traverse the path that some may walk
Here in this place balanced...

In my mind I see
drifting in life's purged recollections...

In the clearing I stand
lost in my dreamscape...

Will you call to me
in the sun burnished landscape...

Will you call to me
when the last times fall...

Through a long Moonless Night
those whose mind turns...

I had a Sepia Day today
Everything felt...

Waiting here
stars breathing...

We hold here
by the last league stone...

This Walled City
dressed in light of crystals...