I know you're there, just not of sight,
Out among the black far reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
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Dream Rider
I know you're there, just not of sight,
Out among the black far reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you've gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won't clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching but does rarify.
Oh where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind;
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you're back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through;
Rejoined with logic's wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.