Lost
Written September 1106 – I had departed on my Soul Quest but was starting to lose hope of finding anything other than my own thoughts.
Not because I do not know the way.
Although I don't.
Not because I know I cannot stay.
Although I can't.
Is it that Avalon is so long gone?
This is not news.
Is it that hope that proved so wrong?
Just one more bruise.
So why am I lost?
Because I choose to find my way
In tales of old.
Because my heart needs a place to stay
In dreams not sold.
I seek an Avalon never lost,
It lives in me.
I seek new hope fresh as the frost.
I need to see.
But Avalon hides and my faith shakes,
The wind blows harsh and blue.
No mother comes my hand to take,
I need you now. Where are you?
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