Waking late from the living death, I ran naked through moonlit fields. A barefoot bath in morning dew Reminded me: I am Alive, And not bound by the common dream. Do not hide behind distant cloud Or slip past the dark horizon, But return, Mother moon of night, To hear my lonely song rising From the shadowed valley of sleep. Transported to this island During the hours of darkest night, I awoke in moonlit embrace And listened to you share your dreams For the future of all mankind. Time slowly returns to infect This mind so recently alert; For Father Sun must soon arise To watch his blinded children Whisper half truths and blatant lies. Returning on the silver path That illumines the darkened lake, I must begin to remember That the Fullness of Life Tasted Has always been present within.