I’m skipping down the mountain in the rain
Dancing to the pipes of the waking earth.
The dreaming stars are my companions
And the voices of long forgotten gods.
I tread the mushroom veil between worlds
Where tales are born from sparkling sunlight
And geese migrate from the moon.
I am dancing down the scree
Carefree as a mountain goat
Leaping like a giant from land to land
Into the valley of dreams
Into a new life
Chased by shadows and demons
Yet emerging from the darkness
New-born and alive once more
Holding aloft the lantern of the world
Like a lonely lighthouse keeper.
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