Basked by the hedge of sanguinity
The lead role walked on through 
Trails of trivia in casualty, but elegance
As we made our way through corridors
Testing potions in accordance to patience
There was always a goal to be arrived
Even though a mind or two had quit
The morning sun shone through panes
Illuminating their collective third eye
The dream swept through like a charm
All throughout the halls in the monastery
And into the facility of knowledge
With its rosy brume, in an instant
The wheel of the colorful cycle had begun
Once again, to turn without hinderance
I swept the dust off my right cheek
And said to the fair maiden  
What if we never pass this way again?
She gently smiled
And hastened to the next lesson