The Waking Time
Circle spun weavings
Upon a dark midsummer's night
The birds have flown
And they lie in wait for the morning
The sun will rise once again,
But for now, the night has risen
And the stars leave their trails
Across the night sky in silver threads
To weave the Web of Dreamings
In our sleeping times, when we are to dream
And dance awake the waking time
And thus mistress of our domains we become
And we wander, in realms of deep slumber
What worlds will we master next?
And where will we go when that time comes?
The time in unknown for now, and may
Only happen in our dreams, but until then,
We will dream and dream, and live until
The Waking Time, when all things are true
by Serenity Tran