Breathe out. Breathe it out...
No white-knuckle grip on a quicksilver story-
Let it bleed...
Let it shift, let it shape, let it sing
Let the dreamer weave a primal scream
Strum the tapestry strings, feel them vibrate and ring
Dance the colors across a star-pattern sky
Arranged with the rhythm of the wind
Call them back with a whisper - free them into a dream
then listen... just listen...
And breathe