This way

Wont you, cant you,

Will you, shall you,

Please you, look this way?

Its 5.30AM.

And Red Eyes are us.

The misty clouds are covering the tips of the high rise

Bleary-eyed bus driver's ferry bleary eyes travelers to their cars

And I join the back of the line.

Another journey.  Another search.

Another name, another place.  And no nearer am I.

Like threads in a great tapestry we touch, now and again,

And when those threads part, I look ahead to when next they shall coalesce

And wonder if you ever dream such dreams.

You hold all the keys,

But you do not hold all the dreams

No more perfect a dream holds me when it might

And no more perfect an image scorches my mind

Like those misty clouds above the buildings,

Your hair blows about my face,

Wont you, cant you,

Will you, shall you,

Please, touch me this way?

All other has been but a pretense,

A test perhaps, but though I see so clearly

I cannot see beyond my own universe to see into yours

And seeing into your would be worth giving up that universe

For a new universe would spring forth.

When you awake this morning

What will you think about?

What will make you smile?

What will cross your mind as you comb that hair?

Who will you daydream when the threads today separate?

Wont you, cant you,

Will you, shall you,

Please, come this way?