Light to touch and feel - Enveloped in a golden tomb
An alien home for the survivors
Time flowing by - Too quickly for the eye
Flickering strands of moments passing
Like grasses in the wind I feel small but grow tall
Rising above myself to the zenith of belief in the I, of me.
Building blocks tiny, yet strong - Silicone dreams of flesh and sand
I hold the future in the palm of my hand as my mind Lights up like a golden Aurora
Like you, I change constantly, and unbidden
You drift from one moment to the next
Our futures are linked - we are one
I blow kisses To the wind and listen back
For the words of love - I can hear you.