The beginning began on a morning new
And sang the songs of faeries and dew
A lovely dream of watches too
And empty was the milieu

So does abruptly start the tale
Of how the madman drove the gale
Like travelling down an abandoned rail
Or a secret told to no avail

A dream to live, a dream to have
A font for which the soul to bathe
Walk along the winding path
And suffer through the aftermath

The dreaming, it was the start
the first beat of an unbroken heart
it was like we had
never been apart

My dearest, are you sleeping?

**Hey everyone!  I feel kinda weird posting some fantasy after so many wonderful, dramatic, deep pieces that have been posted on apricotpie lately, but I'd really like to know what you guys think of this...it doesn't really make sense right now, but I think it will after I post the first chapter.  Btw, the book is NOT about the animal called a seahawk.  Or a tree. :D  These are just symbols.  :)  Enjoy.**

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                                                                     ELETA