tiny glitter in the soft sand
you have to look closely,
gaze, watch.....
to see what's at hand.
In this vast open space
what's hanging out there
are willow of the wisps
ghostly lightings in the air.
Off the beaten path,
beckoning you to pursue,
hush, hush, come......
follow the nightly stalkers
into realms you never knew.
Over steep cliffs you're hanging,
down torrents of pouring rain.
Billowing clouds of thunder,
Clash! Bang! Clang!
Black wind is blowing you,
Whooshhhhhhhhh
a **** on a weather vane.
But darkness is not a nemesis!
In fact it's a telepathic portal.
If you open up to it
ah, oh, la, la.....
your spirit shall be immortal!