North of Nod, there is a place where tall pines whisper.
If you listen closely, you can hear their secrets....secrets from many yesterdays ago, and secrets your heart does not yet know.
It is a place where the stars caress the lake and the moonlight dances with the water.
It is a place of paradoxes.
Time moves slower, then so achingly quick that you cannot account for the minutes, let alone the hours or days, behind you.
It is a place where things end,
...and where they begin.
Here age is worn regally
...and youth lingers longer than the seasons.
It is a place where the tall pines whisper and my soul listens.
It is a place where the stars caress the lake and the moonlight dances with the water.
It is a place of paradoxes.
Time moves slower, then so achingly quick that you cannot account for the minutes, let alone the hours or days, behind you.
It is a place where things end,
...and where they begin.
Here age is worn regally
...and youth lingers longer than the seasons.
