Waking I stare into a myriad of mirrored lights,
Watching a chameleon rearrange it's tone and shade,
Reflecting how the tiger has changed it's stripes,
Marveling as moments make rainbow beams dim and fade.

Reaching for that lost moment when all seemed bright,
Hoping with my broken being that some thing mends my heart,
Searching as the quartered moon resolves it's shining light,
Desiring while the distant stars keep secrets with their art.

Dreams that ride a painted horse,
Muse directs that hallowed play,
Visions that paint that sacred course,
Spirit points us to that blessed way.

All that sin I see and bear,
All that joy which seems so far,
All that love that isn't there,
All those secrets that veil each scar.

Wand'ring in that dreaming place,
Rambling as the sacred moon divines,
Drifting in that time and space,
Floating free o'er those guarded lines.

With this nocturne I bow and pray,
That mirrored image which I see,
With nature's blessing I stand and say,
Is nothing less than you and me.