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.