The Journey
I can smell the sweetness,
the nectar of god-like beings;
their sanctuary calling me.
Limitless consumption,
my body craves the bosom
of sedated knowledge.
Lost in confusion,
my thoughts are adrift within
realms of twilight and the
lies it tells.
I ride the waves to the land beyond,
the tide carrying me farther
until I can no longer see the edge
of reality, its blinding coldness
just a memory etched upon my soul.
© Lizette Sinclair 2007
