Slender Threads of Chance
I walk the myriad pathways of the future,
tracing the endless routes of possibility.
The temperature is dropping
as I step back from the Sea of Forgotten Memories.
I stand with my back to the Land of Lost Dreams,
the storm of Unknown Future building to a crescendo.
Darkness swirls around my feet;
the Mists of Eternity gathering.
Night: a time of doubt in the Forgotten Realms.
Governed by the experiences of those outside;
we are utterly dependant
on their moods,
their dreams
and their nightmares.
We exist here on a whim,
in the Space between fragmented dreams.
Our people are willow-the-wisps
living in a land of chance and chaos.
We travel from Realm to Realm
searching for Paradise;
within the memories of others,
we will find our home.
The Road is ever changing and shifting.
The dreams of the many influencing the few.
We travel,
ever searching,
each following the slender Threads of Chance.
One day we will return…
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
