Trapped alone in the dark,
I feel the whispers pulling me,
turning me down the wrong path,
trying to make me go mad.
Desperate to escape this Labyrinth;
to taste the cool wind,
to feel the colors of the outside world.
Using wings of bronze,
I break free.
Soaring over the ocean,
carelessly enjoying freedom.
The wind catches me in her grip,
and throws me onto a nonexistent island
where plants grow and thrive by moonlight.
Time never progresses.
Then I see her;
her skin, a creamy caramel,
eyes the color of hope.
As suddenly as she appears,
I drift away
in endless wonder.