Reach up and touch the stars with your eyes
All you ever need to wake is waiting up there
For it is the night, the light of the ancient ones
The phoenix bird that is now coming home
Their twinkles are a message pulsing out a rhythm
For the heart and soul to decipher in time
A map to the blue print we carry sleeping inside.
Millions of  whispers quietly speaking of eons past
A billion life times do they hold within there grasp
Of stars, Of hope, Of dreamy stellar consistency
A time when grass had not yet felt our footsteps
Mankind was but pure energy growing in a seed pod
The weavings of the golden dream began to take its form
Whispers echo out and now begin to talk in ripples
Builders begin to spin and weave the bodies tapestry
Seven times was the cosmic thread passed though us
Each point a portal vortex to a higher dimension
The pieces fit together and link us to the stars
Showing fully mapped the many faces of creation.
~Patterns In Starlight~