I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...

Before Day's Dawning
in my landscape of living...

Did I see an angel dancing
there beyond the cedar's shadow...

This quiet moment awaits us all
there on the threshold of our tomorrows...

Will you stand here
Where the blood vows given...

Creation's whims dance
and fall as they may...

I will slide down high thermals
to where the deep sky caress's the blue...

Will there be a mother this night
lost in this desert of dreams...

I stand now cold on the World's stage
facing this great sky of lights...

There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...