ONLY TO THE DREAMERS

The rhythm of the heavens has its own kind of pattern,
The pulsing of the cosmos has a weathered beat.
Take the memories of the ancients with an alternate dimension,
Get the makings of a shadow world half complete.
It wasn't for the drifters space was blended and beleaguered,
And it wasn't for the stolid that change was wrought;
The currents of the night belong only to the dreamers,
To the few who dare challenge what is real and what is not.

Are we dreaming, do we live?
Or do we only dream we're living?
Time swift as the butterflies,
Are we defined by what we're giving?
Different threads of hidden memories,
Listless birds that haunt the mind;
Is there someplace to fly away to,
Free from the all the chains that bind?

Dare we fight the strange cadence that permeates all creation,
This harmony of nature we can't circumvent?
Is there something in the throbbing heart that's calling to us,
What is merely enigmatic, what is really meant?
It wasn't for the timid man was made to band together,
And it wasn't for the fearless that we braved the skies.
The currents of the night belong only to the dreamers,
To the few who dare distinguish the truth from the lies.

Are we dreaming, do we live?
Or do we merely dream we're living?
Time soft as the butterflies,
Yet still distant, unforgiving.
Silken threads of long past memories,
Restless birds that cloud the mind;
Is there no place to soar away to,
To leave these iron shackles behind?

The stormy melody keeps on sounding all around us,
A Great Grandfather clock playing with the times.
A vibration of sensation, calling of a mystic siren,
Engaging an ovation of the midnight chimes.
It wasn't for the proud that steel mountains rose and crumbled,
And it wasn't for the powerful that time stood still,
The currents of the night belong only to the dreamers,
To the wanderers who dare to seek out what is real.

Are we dreaming, do we live?
Or do we merely dream we're living?
Time fast as the butterflies,
Past to future, taking, giving.
Gossamer of silent memories,
Starstruck birds that plague the mind;
Where is the cove to sail away to,
To leave these cold constraints behind?

Where is the home to glide away to;
Oasis in the eye of time?
Refuge only to the dreamers,
Harbor for the song of time.

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