Dungeon

This could be a dungeon risen, the year could not have really happened, when in every room, quests your vision

Tortured ghosts groaning – background illusion, and pale in comparison, to your vision risen, glowing like the moon

Growing thru this dungeon, nature, now another realm, coming down, weaving love into a dark castle, beckons love

A year nearly, lapses, still thru hallways, to find my way out, but this be illusion, this collapsed, surrounds reality

The lady, the dancer, the actor, hold your lamp, in every room, vision you held above the surface of illusion

Thru out the year, you, at every marker, you, in every room and hallway, you, above the darkness, hold high, you, and your love

Now struck love-sick, how summon you, hold you, when i reach out to touch, and you vanish yourself?

How in gloom do I get to you, my moon, find my way out this twisting castle, that as I rise, rises above, too, engulfs?

But tis surface illusion, this dungeon, there’s winding thru, realms of love, winding from above, thru you, moon, only

Only you come thru, glowing, and everything else, an apparition

As the moon in heaven, in her heart the light shines thru, her compassion, guides the weary, on their travels, thru delusion