These visions of mine have breathed
through many a dreaming, sustained
by the desires of my imagination.
What will be when my wondering
burns through its last coals of ego?
What will be left when the visions
fade, when I see no more the skies
of distant fantasies, when the flower
of my fascination withers? I think
I will seize this day, as this day of
my visions still seizes me — I will not
fade quiet into the resolution of
decay. I will light my lamp upon the
rooftop of my soul, within my spirit
sound the trumpets of my I am:
I will loose the visions of my now,
tomorrow is not yet: my dreams
still have fireworks yet to ignite.
me?!