You go with the push
of irregular winds,
with sun a brilliance
and a sorrow,
with a drifting of old friends
and a sprouting of new.
You go beneath
the beckoning moon,
under the stoic moon,
below the amber moon
and the unfathomable sky.
The rhythm in your ears is the throb
and drum of other hearts,
the wax and wane of yours,
the hum of remix and renewal.
You go to dream the dreams of others
and to find that they dream yours,
and you and they are hope and loss
and joy and struggle and the next great step ahead.
