Try to remember –
once upon a time, we made magic together.
We stored our silly dreams in a fortress of stubbornness,
we left it guarded by spiteful unwillingness
to accept
any kind of dire fate.
We set off into the night,
armed by strong desire,
passionate about protecting the idea of what could be.
Our imagination set us free.
In our dreams, we were becoming,
in our wakeful state, we were running
from one challenge to the next.
We laughed and teased our fate.
Spirit of Tara 