Between the dreams of night,
before the day that is to come,
I can hold a mountain,
capture all the sun.
Between a thought, that may
or may not come to be,
I can write all life and death
in one foretelling line, that charts
my course no matter what the plan.

And on the pathway to the stars
that cluster far beyond the eye
can see, all of the past is gathered
in - kept safe for evermore ;
the future held in waiting
for its time, that written
long before I came to be,
will have its way
no matter what the plan.

But yet I cannot know what
this new day may bring.
What fortune, good or bad,
on swift untiring feet
will come my way.
But that is how I wish to
wake each new born day ;
Lyrical in both spirit and in mind,
and happy to take up my path
amongst the the stars - wherever it may lead.