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What's this distance between us?

A gulf that we cannot cross?

Why does it seem forever?

Are we truly lost?

My Conductor

The mist that moves with morning

Slowly peels itself from the lake

I steer my canoe - I ride through it

As a new day comes awake

Just One of the Dancers

The taste of the dream can be strong

But it's still not real living

Let it cloud up the mind - you lose

To a world most unforgiving

Yet you can't wait on your hopes

It doesn't give the dream a chance

Lend hands to those eyes - or vision

It will pass like a glance

An Old Echo

There will be times

When one must speak in riddles

And ever shifting paradoxes

To cleave through the mists

And recast the shadows and the light