The Slumber of Yesteryears

Yesterday never died - it just went into hiding

It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake

Hidden in the woods of my time

There was no path to follow, but

I found my way

I had been lost for long

Forlorn in the woods

I knew so well

I didn't quite know what

I was looking for

But still

I found it - or did it find me?

I couldn't see a way to this place

But from where

I stand now

I can see it all.

I can see how bright the stars shine at night.

I can see how the sun wakes life from it's slumber

And I see how the snow cradles it back to sleep again.

I see my way back home but

I never want to leave this place.