• As I sit,
    On a stoney floor,
    The moon rests,
    Beside fleeting clouds.
    Its light blankets around me,
    And my hearts shadow casts silently,
    Longer and longer,
    Until it is an arrow,
    Telling me were I need to go.

    If I follow it
    Will I be free?
    Or is it a hoax,
    A dark trick,
    That will ingulf my soul,
    If I choose to follow,
    The stoney path,
    That my heart has shown.