Another day like many other days
She was from her own tribe
The tribe of pretty women
Knowing what only pretty women know
She was from the clan of the birds
It was after dark on the mountain
He followed the sunset to this place
He was from the tribe of the wanderings
Wanderings
A wind never let them settle
He was from the clan of many clans
Offering of smoke the dream begins
He told her the story of many stories
This story of many stories was his own
Each story with its own way to go
She said not to worry
He was safe in the dream
Melting in eternal flame
Melting the melting stone
Genetic light
Fire flashes from the eternal mind
First fires
An intensity that never burns out
The dream engulfed time
With all its attractions
Leaving only the ride
The ride was travelling light
The other side
Beckoned in long ago knowing
Purpose of the journey
Is in learning questions
Allied attractions
Their list of reasons
There's a purpose always being served
The dream protected them for the dream
Aching heat warmed their travels
Bringing them back to an understanding
All that was spoken is what was unsaid
Laughter and giving up the fight
Altered them
Not to be limited
By prescriptions of distorted men
The dream carried them through
The mountain
And to another dawn another every day
The woman from her own tribe
From the tribe of pretty women
From the clan of the birds smiled
Accepting the dream
After another dawn and another everyday
The man from the tribe of the wandering
From the clan of many clans
Disappeared into the dream
It happened while it never happened
It was only the dream