Many seasons have passed since first my search began,
With each night came a quest.
to escape from a world where I could find no peace, only despair.
Each night brought a sense of hope and each day, despair.
Some nights I would catch a glimpse that would soon disappear
Among a myriad of thoughts and images,
but still I would wade through
and seek what I knew was waiting to welcome me. .
Elysium to Greece,
Byzantium to Yates.
Few brief glimpses had strenghtened
My desire and the lust for my own paradise,
Gave strenght to my withering soul.
