We can flail around through years,
Feeling in the dark and dappled light
for a direction that appears right,
but the faerie thing evades us.
Until one day, it comes in a dream,
A recurring dream in which someone,
someone keeps calling our name,
and knocking at our door at night.
We keep opening that door,
Looking into that dark night
wiithout fear, the voice was friendly,
We yearn to greet it warmly,
But, the apparition never assembles itself
it never becomes a form we can greet as human,
So we forget the dream.
We sleep a dreamless sleep,
Until one day, late on, when the summer sun is waning,
Staring at some burgeoning poppy seeds,
or the promising bud of some stroppy sunflower,
It comes up behind us, like the sun's shadow,
and all the books we ever read start talking,
all the songs we ever heard start singing,
and what once may have sounded like a cacophony from hell,
now forms itself into a celestial harmony,
and we turn towards its lovely sound,
to greet our destiny with a smile that creeps
slowly deep within.
until we speak a long hello
from our own lips it forms a long 0
and we begin.