Upon the ceiling, beams like searchlights roamed,

Looking for me lying beneath their sweeping,

Comfort in thought of eyes on road homebound,

Between the voice of starry Mother’s calling.

Below the trees surprised by sudden wind,

Rear like unsettled horses in the night,

Sounds of bristling leaves he wished would take him,

Into their world beyond his human sight.

Reunion with the world and sister time,

Obeisance to her laws and government,

Unending place that fills our empty minds,

That would be nought save her replenishment.

Timeless and Time bound worlds at last converge,

Conjoined into all present scenes they merge.


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