Like a pillow filled throughout the night
with promise?
Which was kept and shall be kept in years
yet to come
When all the yesterdays that made me,
wake at dawn.
In genesis the dream began
and came to life
By dividing the form from void,
the dark from light
And parting the sea from dry land,
mother from child
Gave image its own reflection
by day and night
But kept the sleeping and waking
for seem and like
That the timeless and undying
remain in-sight.
Our dreamscape is a Mil Cumbres
across the years.