tell me when are these times that i have dreams about are they mere memories of better days gone by unsubstantial fancies fated to fade away or horizons waiting to be arisen to ? and the fire i felt when this hope was brand new when not even Everest could have kept me from you has it burned its brightest or just given a hint does it smolder for chance or consume its last fuel ? and the bridge you promised would serve as my footing had i strayed from the path or was my step unsure perchance that fall was meant to complete my healing so i’d see for myself what my strength could endure ? weren’t you the blue bird that had awaken me as i laid in the cold suffering of torment sung me out of starving, loathing and lethargy invited me to rise and resume my ascent ? as i now look forward to more of your magic contemplating what so far had kept me bemused just ahead are the times i have dreamt ecstatic i see the horizons and i am reinfused
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