The candle burns, flickers
Filling the air with an illusive aroma
Music pours over me
Creating images that awaken my soul
Something is stirring within me
Awakened from a long slumber
Thoughts and dreams, both powerful yet not without cost
The muse keeps the mind in motion
Preventing sleep

From where comes this motivation?
Introspection breeds insomnia
The bugle call of a long night wandering
Sifting through the pieces to find another gem
Long suffered and longer sought
Illusions and mirages, never meant to be

A new candle has caught flame
Yet with a taste of the distant past
A dream, a possibility is taking shape
Hope stirs from its rocky grave
And stretches its wings once more
My eyes begin to search the horizon
To seek what has been hard to find
A simple, yet awesome power
To fill the void within

Too much, too soon, too fast?
The old fears try to retain their hold
But the courage born of fire and blood
Refuses to give in to the lies
It exists and begs to be found
The newfound hope drives the spirit
Forward and further on
The prize is out there, ever beckoning
And only the hero may win the day

So the armor is girded on
The mount that is hope is eager for the quest
And once more the knight once mortally wounded
Strides forward
To seek that which lies hidden in a smile.