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There was a corner there,

tall and dark...

So I made a turn - the door was closed.

I didn't look back.

I could of done.  It would have been easy - 

But I know that nothing is ever easy.

It's hard wherever the foot falls,

no matter how much snow or water that might cover the way:

it's all just a screen, a curtain, a play, 

behind the stone is as hard as it was at the beginning.

So I turned the corner.

The mist was all around me.

I took a deep breath.

The mist was in my mind.

So I stumbled home, I tripped and fell,

my eyes stung.

I could hear the world hissing in my ears.

And the road was hard -

As hard as stone.

And I thought of the wild things fighting in the darkness, and a thought opened in my head, and lit a tiny flame in my heart, a flame that grew to warm the rest of me.

Maybe it isn't all that bad.

I repeated that line again and again.

Then the skies came down, and a cold blast flew with a scream out of the dark cracks of the earth.

The mists were clear, and I saw the dark skies, with its stars looking back.

The blackness went on and on, forever.

And yet it made more sense than the road.

Finally I got back, and was looking out of my old window.

  In the silent room I could hear music,

  Vices chanting.

  In the gloom I felt my feet move - and then i closed my eyes and saw many a thing.

  I was in a. boat at sea, with the cliffs of nearby land going up, and then frowning down - and beyond it I saw yellow lights dancing.  Were they people or were they stars?

  How they danced!

I couldn't help but watch them.

Upwards, upwards, and all around,

I heard it and I felt it - 

And I knew I was part of it, even though I was far out at sea - 

It still came to me,

Over the haze before my eyes,

unlocking the dark doors - no lock could hold it;

It opened up from within and without, in one great leap it was in front of me,

A silver light arching over the fall,

and a series of bridges leaping between the clouds, and the words of the song were all around,

in the vapours where the river opened up and out.

And I slept between the sun and the moon, in a hammock woven from the shiny beads of stars.

This was indeed ours,

And I slept, and o how I slept, happy to be that way,

For now, and for the rest of the day - 

With a dream as my pillow,

And with all the time in space to play.

And O how we played, time and I,

 between heaven and earth,

O how we played...