Of all the worlds near and far, seen and unseen
The symbols of love are ever the same
Being shared with the old and young, with life and death
A newly found beauty that captivates our lives
Forever changing our view of this world

Walking endlessly through the world
In an apparent dream of distorted drawings
Where the unknown knocks once again  
Tangled thickets blind the path of observation  
Like the tremendous trickle of a near by creek
Distorted reflections of ones self become clear
A single thought of reality returns to me
Laying under our magnificent oak tree
There is you and me