November 2007
Feel the grass within my dream
A million years it's grown
Unconscious lies the human form
Now no longer alone
This, this is the end of darkness
This is the gift of the wise
A silent breath cuts
I look toward the ocean see reflections on the water
A glossy illumination of the city lights
Far out in the waves is the shape of a whale
Hear it singing its old song like it has always done
It w