A beam of light, within the night, an open soul will fly, into the never reaches left, within the open sky. A flash, a flare, a flicker, bears a brilliant glowing stream, into the stratosphere beyond the darkness of a dream. The shadows mind, the things we find, the brightest kinds will fare, upon the winds of time that pass, most certain to be there. Onto horizons far beyond, the endless knowing gains, and mountains that deliver lakes upon their flowing plains. A fairy flies upon the trouble, in the mind of truth, into the dark side felt beyond the passage of our youth. She lights her wand in air of feeling, set beyond the path, in magic of the air within, the motion of her heart.