Lost within

I walk the spirit land

Where dreams and reality collide

One is the other

The other is one

All is possible, in my own personal dreamworld

A forest where only the bravest wolves walk

I am all the things I could possibly imagine

This world that follows me, haunts me

The product of a dreaming soul

Under a river

They imprisoned her

She could do nothing but wait and stare

At all who passed
Green eyes that looked from a depth 
Of the prison that held her
Glittering eyes that begged to be set free
A million words spoken from thee
In silence...

The perfect pastel shimmer that trapped her
Blue in blue
One with the water
Translucent time
Water faery at her own demise
Becoming the rippling flow that holds her

For one thousand years

She waits for me

To set her free

Waiting maiden

I created her.