A Peek Behind The Veil

Disillusion

Lost in a forest
Endless as space
I meet a foe
With a friendly face
Anger and hostility
From times past
Comes to a halt
In trees so vast
Together we climb
The highest tree
Look to the west
To behold the sea
Miles away
Towards the bay
Travel onward
I hear him say
There we find
To our surprise
A boat of shape
But not of size
Room enough
Not for two
I step aside
And bid him adieu
But instead of vanishing
He procured hope
Fashioned a craft
Made of rope
Cunning abound
The day was won
As we sailed away
Into the sun