How far must I go
How many horizons seek
How much chaos endure

Before the threads interweave
The tapestry forms
The harmonies of this stream

Sing

Would but that I could
Change the stream
Bend its flow
Point it elsewhere

Alas that the stream ever carries me
And its mouth remains
Unmoved

I wandered into
A page
And found there a promise
Of life
Of beauty
Of love

And so did I dive deeper
Till I found them

Would that my soul
Could ever be as free
As it is

Amidst music

I look to the skies

For though they are blinding
And boundless

Out there is some of me

And in me, some of there

What brightness shines in me
Is matched in the shadowed depths

For one cannot be
Without the other

I can hear a distant melody
Whispering on the wind
From lands far past the horizon
Telling stories of places
And peoples
And wonders
I have not yet known