When the morning light delays its appearing
And the night seems too long and boring
Live a life assured though it tarries
Light’s boat will come if even with farries.
When you are whacked out of place
And your wishes to bloom find no space
And living, you feel restricted
Find strength and know it is for a better moon
When you hatch and build its stakes, a dream
You long for yet it falls off the rim
You bleed some more to find space for ‘she’
Be still! The pool with dry and build the seams
Hold still to the dream, if yours
The soonest the ladder leans on the right wall
Success peaks from the top with a guide lamp
To lead you through the steeped steps Home.
To your success
