Thinking of a wishing well ~ How many coins lie in the deep? ~ Metallic flecks of light calling ~ to mermaids, water nymphs and sirens.
My thoughts are a garden over grown with wild flowers, mushrooms and weeds. I thought I heard the voice in the forest. Certainly I, saw the stone woman blink. Yet nothing is what I am suppose to believe. A card stuck inside the spokes of a young boys bike... flicking... ticking, sounding some chatter of alarm in my mind. Who sees the unseen all the time? Yet nothing is what I am suppose to believe.
Treasure lies somewhere. Ha! "Treasure lies...", it does you know. Some gold tells Pirates to stay away and others to take them home. I want to be right. No more seams becoming undone because something fundamental to the structure was wrong.
I dream all day. But my dreams are real.
They come to pass.
Time after time showing the grande reveal.