I'd like to thank Mitch Marcus over at The Argus for this guest post.
There are things they say
that can't be seen,
can't be held and can't be dreamed.
There are worlds of wise-men
dead men too,
some too kind, and some too cruel.
There are tiny places
we all hide,
the caustic evils we store inside.
There are great big valleys
and hidden seas,
elemental genius and the Pharasees'.
Time marches forward
time stands still,
Time slides backwards, always will.
Lost in shadows
mired by night
Then comes guidance then comes Light.