That dream came alive in snowcapped peaks
flowing like a thousand whispered secrets,
its laughter gently echoing off the slopes
down into the valley...
Those images that come at the edge of waking
weave lies I believe with all my heart
only for a moment before the supports break
pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea...
The world comes through as reflections on glass
And I wonder what those on the other side see
If anyone exists in the room beyond the window
Longing as I do to step off the ledge...