From the corner of your eye, I may say I am with you. Above the heads that look upward in disbelief. I connect, disconnect, emote, reappear. I don't need to be known by the Universe. I travel moment by moment - a star to every sky, And We may answer any question put - Like a vessel to the field of Knowledge I was there and there And now over here. I was here and here And now over there. The fluttering of a thousand wings... The trampling of a thousand hoofbeats... The turning of a thousand heads... The silky silence of flowing water... Seamen may have heard until they turned their heads to look... To see into the vast open endless answer. I am with you. I am with you. What is it and why is it that this is what we all desperately need: Home. A place to rest, lay down our head. Not knowing why but promised some reward - in the end. A strange Maternal process. The spell is neither Word nor Deed alone, it merely is. A strange Maternal process. Tears hot on my cheeks know no limits of feeling or time, The sirens gone and the rivers dried up. The invention of gunpowder compressed - Spark! The silent feline not acknowledging the mirror. A Fever - Love. Brightest when misunderstood. The answer to a question felt but unheard. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word.