Seldom speak of reveries;
What I believe is that we choose
our own destiny!
My heart seeks to disappear into the darkness;
alike the smoke from the candles last spit of light.
On the night of the white owl,
I will call you here;
you will awake from a reticent, lulling dream.
It is the beginning of a fateful departure into a life of unmeasured wonders;
escape this world, 
it is inexorable, pleasant and serene.

In advance, and in regard to my prior chit;
I can only wish to persist through this constant drifting, weathered state of mind;
For I know,
the distance between two hearts can be measured by the stars;
You and I have always belonged
in this ever present time;
Our life is scarcely parted.
I understand,
for when I am gazing at the sky;
I will look for you,
sweet by and by . . .