to the far end of the dream
watching willing waiting
for the right to light to see
mirror turned around smiling loud
twisting out the truths that bleed
Only the rainbows know where they go
when the wandering walks away
and the watching windows turn
light to shade
craving the creating and wondering how
whispering favours to the silent
passing cloud drifting
from somewhere far away
A hop skip and a jump till day
comes again comes and gives
a promise of life and death to live
unbroken in this odyssey unspoken
from within this dichotomy
In anticipation the moon sits white
awaiting her lover the silkblack night
to make her full and to feed her glow
from the mouth of the river
to the meandering rainbow
embraced with lacefire flames she
speaks the name and perpetuates
the cycle time and again
