Restless, like a wandering sprite

On a journey once found in a dream

Searching for an endless mysterious sight

Cast through the sky like a stream

Of magical orbs that shine in my eyes

Perhaps they’re the answers I seek

Or are they merely a quixotic guise

The power behind the mystique

Ever looking for resplendent glory

While wrestling with the ebony night

Hoping to find an end to this story

I awaken with morning’s first light

 

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