Below the down and under
Sleeps a peaceful thunder.
Listen and hear its silver dreams.
Hear and love and wonder.
They know. They know. Let them lead.
Don’t push. Don’t fight. Don’t plead.
Go after, after the winking streams,
Passing at their hide-all speed.
They’ll take you to a glass hilltop.
Add a stomp to a high hopeful hop
And drip drop down through rising stars
Till end meets end and all things stop.
Then on again. On half-black wind,
Singing over all things real and pretend.
With hands and thoughts on shining scars
Slip into the sleep on which dreams depend.