That I have come before, come before, having spoken these same words while kissing the dawn daubed in finest light: Love forevermore. Life forevermore.
Then shall ye know, then shall ye know, that the bards of this world are the poets, and these the briars bore.
He, the gift of many generations, the sacred toil of stone, the earthenware shattered and destroyed, where the rose is the man and the man is the rose...
As light flickers in the sky and tears from clouds are shed remember:
Everywhere is always, and always is now, and tomorrow is the summation of today.
Blue fire, fantastic night, phantasm, the mountain's verdure.
Velvet night, starlit light.
I have come to sing!
I have come to dance!
I have come!
From the book LETTERS FROM THE STREET by Papa Balloons
