THE DREAM COMES EVERY NIGHT, THE SAME VIEW FROM ABOVE, THE BEAUTY OF THE LANDSCAPE.
IT CALLS OUT, IN WHAT EMOTION IS UNKNOWN.
THE MAGIC IS GONE WILD, LOST FROM THIS FORM.
IT MUST BE REGAINED.
THIS MUCH IS KNOWN.
NOW THE DREAM APPROACHES AGAIN.
PERHAPS ALL OF THE MAGIC OF THE FORM IS NOT LOST, BUT HIDDEN.