Can I slip into the serpentine again

Sliding slowly into the river of time

Where thoughts and minds twine and meld like light

There are no waves

That break on the edge of the bridge

And the holy candles float on the rocking waves

You can see it from the shore

Like a cathedral of water and flame

And the tiny hope that is a sigh of breath

Where does this begin in the feeling of liquid yearning

That slips and slides up the stairway to the sky

The ice melted in the sun and I was shocked

Silent

Still

Looking up at the sky

Hoping that it could see over the balcony of heaven

And the reds and purples and blues flowed together in the paint of wonder

And I was wondering if anything could be as perfect as a slideshow

The silver eyes cried desperately for another hymn

As the globelight shifted in the setting sun

And as the world spun around and around

And the oceans churned more and more like tides of blue food coloring

Splashing off the globe into the room

Where light slanted in through the kitchen window

Dust twirled like a thought in the hands of a current

And I was trying hard not to slide back to the sound

The sound that fell like sliding glass

While I was caught up in dreams fading fast

If the tiles are smooth and the sand like rhymes

The stars are shooting like whispered time

And in the churches of the harmony halls

The mirrors float with the crystal balls

Sprinkled light and reflections in tune

With the springtime birds and the morning dew

The fireglass spoke with evening breath

A sigh of silence and a note that was left

In a bottle cast out on the sea of the stars 

Can we go here and can we go far

Washed up on the shores of desperate smiles

Laughter raining in the showers of ice

And the smiles reflecting like spirals of silver 

It was two thousand years before the fall

In a dewdrop there were sixteen secrets 

Spoken by the breeze seventeen years ago

Can you hear the pieces in the chimes on the breeze

Can you hear the way the wind speaks to me

It was ten thousand years before the fall

And it was fourteen thousand years before I began

In the corridor of chimes the mirrors reflected the music in the air

That lilted over the miles and years

And in the slipping sliding lips of time

I found the light that drips in the pulse of a sunsigh

The snow fell gently upon the night

So silent and peaceful and quiet and deep

And it was more peaceful than anything in the world

As the silver slipped slowly down the icy streams

Slidingly, quietly