For When the Mists Between the Worlds are Thin

Go into fear
Embrace it like the friend it is.
She whispers in a voice like dry reeds and leaves
This is important.
This is what you need.
This is the core.

Abiding deepness
A shadow hiding
Magic toadstools
To reach
To grasp
To be the image in my heart.
The mind taints it.
The fear holds it
Spiraling outward I reach to the sky
I see a dragonfly, mighty hunter,
free
and fast
I fly upward.