Dreamwalker Pt. I: The Paradox

Full silver moon atop the mesa bright
Illuminating spiritual dance
Upon an ambered lavender delight
The silver wolf and golden eagle prance.

The goddess of the night, she brings her song
Arising from the mists to guide my soul
Extending hands, she knows for what I long
I grab her hand, she shakes her head, says no.

The paradox defined her eyes impart
Seductive temptress tells me what to do
She taunts my mind, provoking to my heart
The moonlit desert waits, she gives a clue.

She leads me to a crevice by a pine
Enclosed by time and cliffs, my destined mine.