Legends are trees rooted in the ground of our reality
Children climb up and explore
A world within a world
They add life to the air we breathe.

Legends always face north
The heart’s compass
Mapping out the world
They give us direction

Legends never sleep
They crawl into our dreams
Into a world within a world
They flow through the stream of consciousness

Legends flow downstream
And disappear down waterfalls
Escaping only as a mist
Into thin air

Legends don’t reflect off mirrors
Like Dracula, but not quite.
No, they reflect off a reflection of a reflection
Of a reflection of a reflection

Legends never die
Because they are born as ghosts
They fear nothing
Because they are born as ghosts

Legends are captured in picture frames
In a moment gone forever
The birth of a memory
Of a legend