Dream walker, conscience talker

Wading in, endless places to begin

Darkness provides, what is hidden inside

Images of disguise, hidden behind tired eyes

 

Memories prevail, lifting the veil

Stories engorge as characters forge

A path to the end, forever looking to mend

All the pieces together, yet lacking a tether

 

Dream walker, lifetime stalker

Disoriented mind, lest you remind

All is not as it seems, you know what it means

Read between the dye, wet ink never lies.

 

-Lavinia Busch, 2018