smokedragon

I look out to the sky in wonder, a blue haze ablaze with the clouds in all forms, a trace of destiny which seeks out the asylum of my bride who waits by those neverending columns up above ambrosia guiding me into solitude, where I am at peace with myself, where I am in the sanctuary of that ethereal Avalon. How oft, I waited, but all in vain. Lo! Do I see her, enshrined in the marks of the white, like the amaryllis which blossom in tranquil serenity. Her smile is but a fragment of my unending search for happiness. This is my pursuit My dream... the dream from which all dreams originate From which I would find myself, swimming through the torr