Quiet as a bird
sitting on a frozen branch
Eyes like an eagle’s
Seeing all from the sky above

Footsteps leaving no trace on the grass
not even a smudge left in the snow
Pale faces of the unknown
Rare sights of facial emotion

Dark forests
tall trees
Stories of fiction
Tales of truth

How to separate the light
from the night?
How to build a ship?
How to sail away?

When do you see the white shores?
In a fantasy
or reality

Is it just a dream?
to escape the real life?
Or is it much deeper than just story?
Is it a truth within a fantasy?