Passing into dreamtime
as spirits start to play
a melody of moon and stars
that bring what's near to far away

as spaces open out
making room for all that's new
and memory resumes
its awesome unity

building in its quivering
the sounds of future's song
and we become mere strings
upon the lyre of all remembering

and from a string we flow
becoming tone and note
to play within this power
of everlasting symphony

Shall we rock or will we roll?
or then again, perhaps just swirl
as lovers ever holding hands
strolling down the moonlit sands

waves washing in and out
to add cessation's undertow
beneath the higher tones
now building bridges to unite

the darkness and the light
becoming a forever dream
within these nights that always stream
into another day of living dreams . . .


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