The Dream

There is a way we find our stance
Not in the dusk nor dawn
In open plains nor mountain tops
In oceans roar nor forests call

There is a way we find our space
Our place, our peace, our grace
In days, in weeks, in years that pass
In minutes, seconds, still we breathe

No ones face, nor paths we trace
No words wise and serene
Not in the song, the dancers step
Nor the artists dream

It’s simply, just,
In ‘we’ not ‘me’.