Back to where it all began
  before our first breaths
    before we knew fire
     before we knew blood
Before time had movement
  or meaning
Before our ribs
  our bones
   our skulls
Back to the empty sky
  of our souls
Yet to birth stars of sin
  and shame
   and fear
Back to the moment before
Dream became dream
  Dreaming
of dreams
  of dreams
   of dreams
Of rivers dreaming
Of fish dreaming
Of flight dreaming
Of birds dreaming
Of butterfly wings dreaming
Of feathers tied to the lost branches
Of the first dream of a tree
Dreaming of leaves
  Thirsty for the dream of a sun
     Which was desperate to dream
    Of the moon of all moons
Dreaming of the pale blue skin
Of dream becoming the dream
  Of the birth of blood
    and bones
      and life
Weaving the blanket of dreams
  That would become the flesh
    And truth of love
Back to the
  Heart of all things