I sit bemused
And drenched in dreams,
Wrapt in silence,
While within
Myriad voices sing,
Myriad shadows dance.
This is my song:
To build a shadow world
Of joy and pain and joy again;
Where all is deeper, wider, brighter, darker,
Dream incarnate -- wholly, purely, singing
singing;
Where lost things come to rest,
And the unborn unfolds its wings and flies.