A spaceless canvas of a beautiful dream
Spaces to see and spaces to dream
Myriad and countless in thousands they seem;
Distanced thoughts of an uncertain kind..
The swift strokes of a finer self
A breast of pain and the womb of death..
The Rampant search of a timeless man,
The Mystique brilliance of a madder dream..
Clawing to lose a searchless path
The Maya of me and the Maya of death
Spaces and spaces myriad they seem

To stand alone and To view apart
An un-poisoned brightness of a fewer whole
froth-less waves of a mid-life's depth
kindled flames, a rocking boat
Spaces and spaces to me they seem

****** upon the boundless plain
Locked in hope and searchless claim
We gather at this open court
Becoming just what we had hoped
Helped along with needy hands
Pushed from behind with wilder claims
We look for compassion and find it not
The clock has slipped and fallen
No deadline now to make it's name
We ****** along in silent pain
Knowing that our path was clear
Shaming all who cast us fear
When out of the light there rode
A sixpence horse with rider
Who staked his faith upon your grace
Pounding flag into the soil
And rared his steed upon your door
Proclaimed as if there were no more
While all the while we worried so
Was this the path to happenstance
Or was this right what we have done
To take our sabers into the sun
Clearing all who would be King
Finding not what we inflame
Somewhere close there senses death
In the mist there pleases pets
You make all this in memories time
For all is lost if we're so kind
In the end the road is clear
Another journey close to thee
Be careful what you wish to see.