Behind the tangled branches peeks the night sky. 

Distant stars flicker, light-years away. 

I walk between the realm of dreams and the waking world.

A fog lingers at my feet, whispering–dreams or memories? 

Drift between the veil. 

Find her waiting beyond these valleys 

My fevered steps press onward, wandering aimlessly through the dark.

A sudden breeze cuts through the haze,

Cooling my skin. 

And there–beyond the hill–sits the moon. 

Her white glow spills over me like an angel’s kiss.

Finally, I am home.