The children of our dreams see through our eyes
      Waiting to emerge in the ecstasy
      Of Earth rebirthing
      That must happen
      Drumming through our fingers
      Dancing with our feet

      They see me through you, and you through me
      And watch the love growing, patiently
      Like houseplants and gardens
      Like forests older than we can conceive
      Helping us to see each other
      So they may be realized

      We are surrounded by love
      Infused with fire
      Courted by angels disguised as friends
      Who guide us in Earth's choir
      To elevate our community
      Weaving a home of wondrousness

      We are burning with creativity
      Beacons of light on the shores of life's sea
      Calling the other home
      To rest our aching feet
      That we may be renewed in our embrace
      Sharing the dreams of our children's making.