I sit
	shrouded in silence
	poised on the brink of a new world
	as the other crumbles beneath me like fine dust
	a powder of dead earth to kick up at my heels
	a coating of wasted moments to escort me on my journey.
	I take a zephyr as my guide
	to lead me into realms previously unknown
	a cluster of emeralds on a skin of golden silk
	across a silver-blue sea
	a land of opportunity that waits for me
	my brass ring nestled somewhere in its secret folds