There's a place wherein lies the ancient thoughts
Behind waters that fall, roaring,
From sides of mountains large as moons,
Etched by time and guarded by a thousand willows
Enter there, should you desire, along the halls
Paved in moss, warm and rich,
Scented of earth and stone and shades of green
The softness bidding welcome to the weary
Further still, yet near enough,
The ladder rungs do grasp
And set thy feet where no one chanced
To go with true and willing heart
There, they wait, wings though flawed, unfurled
The keepers of the secrets deep, entrusted them
From time begotten, or yet perhaps this dawn,
The gift that I left there, for you
And answers held within.
- Rachelle LeCount
