I walk along the rocky path staring at the stones
My little dog is running for a rabbit in the thorns
A monster rises over the ridge behind me as a walk
A storm of gloom and gray and black, growing in the dark
I glance and feel it take me to a world so far away
The wind is blowing through the trees
The leaves around me quake
The waters rush beneath the bridge
The dirt and dust awake
I look directly at the storm to see what it could want
Why does it call? Why me? Why now?
And yet, I feel its pull.
Come be the boy and run with me
Run from what lies at home
The smell of wood, the cabin door
Come, run. Be free, and fly.
I see the ground and see my dog.
We live in here and now. Why take me to another time?
Why break my link to now?
The gray and gloom, the blue and black, the wind against my skin
I feel my breath, my mouth, the sound,
And I am gone again.

I look down at my little dog and wonder when we are
I drive back home, talk with my wife
My mind is still so far
Outside I hear the wind again, light rain against the glass
It calls--an evil, wicked chain
That links me to the past

"This search for the truth--it's not for the faint of heart."--Goren on 'Law & Order: CI'
"The former things will not be called to mind, neither will they come up into the heart."--Isaiah 65:17