THE STORIES - S.

Green was as far as the eyes wanted to see it
Gold was the sun on each blade of wheat
It was only by the mind that the eyes could feel it
And the body could only imagine its source of heat

Endless were the bare hills lined before me
Movement was not present nor the wind
Sounds were only heard from imagination
And I didn't know the direction I was heading in

No effort needed to heed to the adventure
Like in an invisible plane the earth around me turned
Frozen still with no reason for departure
It all came to me as though it had returned:

Once upon a time there was a man
Who sang a sad song as he walked the land
When he died he left his voice in the sand
One day I'll watch the ocean and understand

Through the doors and into a winter's storm
Hushed well by the snow that was formed
In a forest dark and left unwarmed
By the evil and its magical charm

Singing songs of nonsense out of tune
Two friends shared a walk in the afternoon
One was carrying an umbrella and balloon
The other pretending that it might rain soon

Over misty mountains and through dales
An adventure by land and by sails
To search for power that prevails
In a treasure hidden neath the dragon's scales

Far away up in space and hard to see
A young man cleans and tends to his tree
As he looks beyond the stars for a destiny
And now his dreams are shared by me

Sleepy eyes wanting more but can't look
Enough of the adventures that I took
I then turned and stepped out of the book

-Shabetei

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