Where is the place where the grass glows and the gold sunlight grows?
It is where my truest friends depart.
And, where is the place where the air fills the soul and the water truly flows?
It is where I keep my golden heart.
Where is the place where the light is gray and not even the shadows leave marks?
It is where my worst foes reign.
And, where is the place where the concrete mocks and the air stabs at rusted hearts?
It is where I lock my frosted brain.
Why did the bright meadows of the dream-mist leave?
Because they fled the cold of the gray mind.
And, why are the senses trusted so when all they do is deceive?
Because all they know cannot be defined.
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If you live life by either one, then, be ready for a sign,
For not all that is known for sure, can be said to be, Divine.
