from beneath our hair, set alight by the wind
gushing through our ears
steaming from our noses
streaming out of our eyes
soared not bodies, flesh and blood, but spirits
on speeding wheels
at thousands of miles per hour
through deserts and mountains
forests and lakes
amid great winged beasts
and small deadly monsters
we screamed from our throbbing hearts
and the joy tore us apart
until we too were nothing, but the wind
we were nothing but the wheels
and the wind
the world is vast
and this is my tree
the world is hollow
and this is my branch
the world is strange
and these are my roots
and here are the leaves
that will catch my fall
as they catch the rain
that tumbles with me
to the earth
here stand our names
etched into life
on this old tree
upon this old hill
where our laughter will echo
to be carried across the universe
with the wind,
carried on the wings of the magpies
even more ancient than we
speeding past us
past our eyes
and over the horizons
we can only be happy are theirs
where do they go?
they fly to the other side of the world.
are they so fast, or perhaps the world is so small?
they must be fast, because the world is very big.
and in dreams we ride again
as the nightfall brings sleep on these hills
on these roads, this town
over the trees, and the magpies
and into our sleepy heads
dreams stream in
to carry us through the vastness once more
no more roads, or hills
we ride through the clouds
above the birds
the winds once more embracing our spirits
we fly with screams of joy
and we find the world
stretching out beneath our feet
stretching out
in waves of sleep
that hold
the universe in balance
for these little hands
and these little feet
so they may seek their dreams
in the world once more
