Raindrops fall on an emotionally parched earth
yet the suns brilliant rays evaporate their worth
and such is the ending just as it began
when one follows the cycle of the circle of man.
Moonbeams flee from their source soon to be gone
there isn't much time to dance on the lawn
for when night becomes day the waltz isn't remembered
and the fondest of dreams our minds have dismembered.
So questing for substance with permanence not mentioned
we must look deeper than mere consciousness intentioned
this is initiated by defining the start
listening to words spoken from a heart to a heart.
if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.