Wake up oh dreamers of light, tell of your travels
Sailing wingless upon the sea of glass windswept

Neither tomorrow nor the present can touch you
Neither the past nor what is exists in you now

Touch me with the water of your words, be in me
Consume my dry bones everlasting to everlasting

Sleeping in the heavens providing my eternal bed
Becoming the flower neither wanting or forgetting

The sky is your home without a step to stand upon
The stars are the ancestors of your family tree

When will you introduce me to your time or being
I will wait upon the sun and moon as it counts mine
BB2013