The village of Doon hides a great secret
Only those with no ideas of their own gain
Will find the bridge to tomorrow.
When you cross the bridge of light
You enter your own tomorrow.
Take note of all you see and hear
Hope your memory holds out
When you return.
For to implement a memory wrong
Could spell disaster.
A message meant for someone you know
Must be repeated verbatim.
You have stolen twelve hours of day
And twelve hours of night
Did you sleep, did you dream
While waiting to return?
If so, your dreams will have mixed with memory
Things you hoped for may have been left behind
To mix with another’s tomorrow.
All things live in the light
You may have picked up something
That doesn’t belong to you.
Secrets, by the very meaning of the word
Should be kept that way. Secret.
Tomorrow should not be entertained
until it arrives. It’s best that way…