We are a compass, subltly spying our way through windows

From the twilight hour we spin and weave through the many worlds,
Making magic mending marvel with the threads of time travellers tales,
Cutting my way through the many blinks of existence, subtle knife in hand,
Searching through the many subtle throbbing threads,

For the window to bring me to your world,
Hoping the next circle spiral cut will open up to the desert dunes that I long for,
Flooded with fields of flowers full of yellow sun hues and purple majestic perfection,
While desert tortoises make sweet coitis (sp) while cougar skat litters the horizon,
Little ones learn of the luscious language,

Found from the quiet enveloping sweet balance of vida y muerte among the sleeping sea,
Long since left behind are the remenants of our ancestors,

Whom used to surf these ancient waters,
May they some day see the beauty of the blue to fill them again,

All the while evolution evolves onward,
So sitting among the howls of the coyotes there,

Hearing the calls of the monkeys here,

I sing my song by mama ocean,
Dreaming daylight delight of wrestling stomach fart glee,
Smiles perfect and full of hope, celebration, hope, and synchronistic dining,
Drinking of each others sweet nectar until we are drunk and filled to the brim,
Interlocking limbs, keeping the cold shut out by puzzle piece clothing zip up wills,
Frost kissing my face as I dream of endless nights,

Surrounded firefly friends buzzing & swirling,
We play the instruments of existence everything,

Destiny, Death, Desire, Delight, Delirium, Dream, and Destruction,
An orchestra of all the may bes that will always be,
Watching the gods and goddesses ebb and flow,
Suddenly swept up by the high tide, drifting out to sea,
My Journey takes me from jungle mountains to black sand seas,
Ever searching for the gift of flight that resides on my insides,
Meeting all these silly sweet suffering players, major and minor,
Chords in the song of journey, they bring about new memory music,
Seeing family in their eyes,
Some content meanwhile many still search,
Among them you will find me, as I yearn for the earth,
For familiarity filled with warm embraces, butterfly kisses, handholding haikus,
But what purpose still rests in the tomorrows not yet told,
Brother wind rustles the restlessness in my heart,
Peace is the piece of the pie I hunger for,
LOVE, unlike anything yet learned,
Unlike all the songs ever sung,
Unlike any story that has been told,
Unlike the most breathtaking sunset moonrise eclipse,
That is my gift, that is my quest, that is my burden,
These dreams have been plaguing my prophecy since first rememberances,
A cure has yet to be found or created, but hope will never leave mi corazon,
That fire burns with a fuel found in no earth or sky,

Born from the dark matter, the Dust, so we shake it,

Don´t be decieved for it´s not that which you know on long dirt trail rambles,
Nor is it the stowaways found in the creaks and crevices in hideaway households,
The kind so alive, always awake,
Found in the core of every thing that ever was and ever will be,
We must continue to seek the answers,
Endless, ever diligently we wander wonder on our way...