Lonely time the silent partner my shroud of light untouched ? Stone horse caravan in flight beckons to your claw , to sail the truth of force untold beyond the gaping maw .
The trees a mountainous mirage , the well of life , the soldier's strife . Their patterns form a vast collage , oming beckoning call of life . Like the drips concentric circles they sing a mighty tune , of the force that has survived the tide to look upon the moon .
A camel's hump with head and trail the universal drone . We track across the sea of time like unicorns we hone . Only to become ourselves as we forge into our home .
Tomorrow is only yesterday beyond the here and now . We all must strive within ourselves to make the tortoise paw . To stand beside the endless river and be what we can be , until we finally become what we all need to be . Introspect the bottomless key , to stand an island in the sea .
Pieces of jade in a sun bowl , the purpled crystal queen . The fragments of forever continue with the dream . Islands in the sun , speaking just for fun , of what it is that out survives the truth that hasn't come .
God bless the child that has its own , gladiator that .