I watched her for several minutes as she stood there in her reverie. Time seemed to stop. And then, she was back with me. I saw her eyes focus; she became aware she was standing in the stream. She looked around quickly to get her bearings and, realizing I was watching her, tucked her head and shoulders in embarrassment.
No need to be embarrassed old girl. Don't you know??? Your human mother has Piscean blood. I used to get lost between worlds.
Time would stop as that doorway opened before me. I could get lost in there for hours.
I would plan and dream
Wonder and wander
Make alibis and scheme
I was happy there, lost in the Yonder.
But I grew old and I grew tired.
I got lost in work and busy
Day to day, my powers dimmed
The doorway to my dreams closed.
I had not time to plan or dream
Wonder gave way to what I know
The need to wander wanted a good home
with no need for alibis or schemes
But I see you there lost in your Yonder
making plans and dreams
full of wonder and the need to wander
creating alibis and fixing up schemes...
And I start to wonder...
Is that doorway to my soul shut tight?
Or is it open just a little?
Can that be... a sliver of light?
Could I go in again?
Do I dare to plan or dream?
Do I dare to fill my soul with wonder?
Can I allow myself to wander?
Will I need alibis and schemes?
Will happiness find me there, lost in the Yonder?
So dream on my sweet girl.
Make your plans
Wonder and wander.
Conjure your alibis and schemes
And no matter what life brings,
I know how to find you,
You're never really lost in the Yonder.