One more morning
up at four
looking for the
hidden door
leading to
another realm
where dreams and
life can both be held
One more day to
roam the land
looking for your
outstretched hand
or a voice to
call my name
yet all i hear
echoes refrain
One more night
to cross the dark
listening for a
lonely heart
Beating time like
some old clock
that might need winding
lest it stop ~
Lions Mane 