This life, these times - they have been unkind, bludgeoning a fragile soul until she cowered very low... But she'd not succumb to the vile forces of fate, nor the wicked whims of others. In the quiet of her mind, she grew strong, but much alone. * When reality held no appeal, she envisioned skies of teal and warm seas whispering. * A treacherous coast, life travels - fate's judgements fall like gavels, yet gently sways the vessel embraced in waves. When tumultuous turns hold sway - foul troubles to be kept at bay - her gentle spirit drifts away, and she floats on the currents of her ceaseless dreams. _____________ Seek and ye shall find, in the quiet of your mind... Decades of longing come to an end... The searching time has passed - now, the time of calling... drawing close, to meld at last! * They could sense each other's presence in their minds... a knowing - familiar and new. Hear the calling of lonely hearts, endlessly echoing, "Where are you?" _____________ I was the seeker, silent listening upon a distant shore. He was calling me, this weaver of dreams... His voice, a soft, mesmerizing song carried on a pan pipe's breeze from across the vast and restless sea. A magic maker - and archive-keeper of enchanted themes... _____________