Between the Worlds

In the place ‘tween the worlds,
The landscape seems all grey:
No sun, no moon, no stars -
What is there to light my way?

The wind doth blow day and night,
The rain doth follow suit.
It seems the worlds all do cry
And this, their pool of tears.

But in this place of mystery
Are many hills to wander,
Many roads less traveled
Begging me to explore.

Perhaps I’ll roam here a while,
Perhaps I’ll lose my way,
Perhaps here I’ll meet myself
Off the beaten path on some distant day.