Where the moon rests, do valley's form?
Where the sky falls, do the watchers see?
The sound of rain drops onto glass
While one mans eyes see truth in rippling frames
Others see sadness in washed over sight
Where the seed opens do spirits dwell?
Where light flickers do lovers walk ?
Into dreams the guides give paths to open souls
We call, we hope, we move, we fall ... We move
The threaded stretch formed by the weavers under the mountains
Where the wheel stops do worlds ignite ?
Where the tree falls do its brothers know ?
Driven into fertile knowing
The bearer of his life holds true
Arm over shoulders he now knows
His thoughts eject like the swell of oceans
mF
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