Every night my body remembers and I go into the other world of dreaming
soaring high above the lanterns in the cities where the people sit under the glass like specs of forgotten divinity
I fly higher until my soul reaches the places where the sky becomes white like light
and the thunderclouds roll deeply like an old laughing man
and the lightening flashes like a mirror in the palm of my hand
and we come together in a great gathering of love
and then when I awake I fall down from high above
and my mind cannot put one and two in one
and I forget as soon as I land
but my body remembers.