Taking the key to the golden door of the Homeless Home,

the Sun was heard to say, "Remember me when you are led

away." And by a tender kiss the key flew free, and the sweet

smoke door opened wide, revealing only to the Wind what lay

inside. So as the Wind bowed low to take the dead key's wreath, it

whispered kindly in the ear, "Weight not your self down with fear.

leave it by the door, and take Time instead." So Wind carried the

scented wreath up high, as from before Time wandered by.

On went the Friendless Friend, Time muttering by their

side, as the door closed far behind, many rooms there they did find.

Pained by Memory's wavering hand, in patterns seeking form,

seen only in the warmth of Light when Memory's brush broke in

its fight, trying to finish the painted window before Patience hid

away. So leaving any searching bruised trying to see passed

the lies. "Wander on trust Time to guide," said Memory with a

weary smile."I will meet you by another room, where I'll reveal

all by the moon."

So Time led round then through the dreaming room of

rooms, like so many time before, searching for the illusive gilded

door. Leaving Memory kissing the wall inside the forgotten room,

dressing Truth in its guise of its own richly woven lies. So on

they walked through Fates shapeless mapped maze, while Time

still muttered low, telling of all by its friend it does know; as Light

grew weary of Night and went to Shadow's side. Time then knew

they'd found that to which they'd always been bound.

"Dare you rest by this door of yours?" Warned Time to the

Fading Friend. "For Dream will steal it away, where within

dreaming dream it will stay. Leaving you to wander where

Dream entices all to roam. For it only too well knows, there's no

other way through this wall of windows. Having lived behind the

Light could your eyes make the Dark keep hold of Dreams tender

clawed hand, as you walk through Truths infestus land? Do you

have any mind left to pay Life's faceless cortege, with

forgotten tears you cannot weep, for Thought's watchful sleep."

The Faithful Friend looked to Time dancing with its

friend to that song, and watching Time by Fate's side, their only

thought was to hide; but the melody crept everywhere, as

Loneliness asked for the dance, and being wrapped in that embrace

Foes opened their eyes to gaze upon Dream blowing farewell

kisses, to Day's whinful wishes, as the melody changed its tune,

and Hope led a surreal saraband across the star studded floor, to

that cornered guilded door.

Falling to their knees singing a weary sigh, the door then

fell under that knowing tune, drifting beyond Thoughts sight,

Revealing Memory dancing with the moonlight. So there stood the

Friend of Friends within Infinities fleeting second, watching

what's to come going home, by that within which the answers

roam, through Memory's liquid montage, locked in the room of the

poets muse. When song by those who'd walked before, came from a

follower outside the door. So there with a heavy smile, handing

back the faded key to Fate as Time passed by, rests the Fated Friend

named Why.