Stars above the freeway

Twist slowly around Polaris,

While small-hour silence

Floods our thoughts with stillness.

And in little box houses drifting in darkness,

We wander sleep's labyrinth with third eyes wide-open,

Traveling through blooms of knowing,

Through looms of love,

Until at last our twin eyes flutter open

On this side of the veil,

That separates us from home.