Lonely time the silent partner my shroud of light untouched ? Stone horse caravan in flight beckons to your claw , to sail the truth of force untold beyond the gaping maw .
The trees a mountainous mirage , the
well of life , the soldier’s strife . Their patterns form a
vast collage , oming beckoning call of life .
Like the drips concentric circles they sing a
mighty tune , of the force that has survived the tide
to look upon the moon .
A camel’s **** with head and trail the
universal drone . We track across the sea of time
like unicorns we hone . Only to become ourselves
as we forge into our home .
Tomorrow is only yesterday beyond the here
and now . We all must strive within ourselves to
make the tortoise paw . To stand beside the endless
river and be what we can be , until we finally
become what we all need to be . Introspect the
bottomless key , to stand an island in the sea .
Pieces of jade in a sun bowl , the purpled
crystal queen . The fragments of forever continue
with the dream . Islands in the sun , speaking just
for fun , of what it is that out survives the truth
that hasn’t come .
God bless the child that has it’s own , gladiator
that .