Finding rocks and unexpected pitfalls,
Grappling to find handholds and footholds,
Falling and rising and then falling yet again.
Eventually the chasm opens a bit wider,
Cavernous echoes of victims still pleading,
Questing for something they know not the source of,
Forever lost in the foggy mists of their own minds.
When all is seemingly intangibly lost,
Unbidden tears come angling down,
As they fall a glimmer of light does flicker,
A fragile gossamer flame burns lightly.
That flame lies within so searching is fruitless,
Looking with your eyes will render your failure.
Search with your heart through your dreams on the inside
And soon you will find that love therein lies.
That gossamer flame can become an inferno...
Spilling bright light in every direction,
But only when you find it and realize it's in there,
Will you ignite the passion and intensity you search for.
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