A chasm leaps open, there is ghostly white beyond the cragged edge
Betwixt existing and the end; between warm light and endless dreaming
Pale, flickering stars cascading down, and down, and down
Plummeting their last dance through the vast expanse of heaven,
Driven by an urging, "Go, go, go now,"
A golden doorway, spilling golden light into a dying, freezing expanse,
A golden doorway leading into endless light and there
A golden lion, roaring, calling,
"Time! It is Time!"
So Father Time climbs,
Up and up, with his moonlit horn, as white as his brow, as white as the snow
That once clung to the earth in an endless winter
Now returning, to an endless night, with darkness and dark beasts roaming, ruling,
Endlessly, shadow and gone
But endless dreaming is not enough; not enough when there could be eternal light
Through the door, meeting golden eyes,
Walking into eternity, the door closing on the empty
Welcome to the new adventure, the only adventure, the true adventure,
The place your heart's wordless longing has led you
The place your soul's mysterious longing has led you
We are running, running, and running forward, further up, further in
Further into where it all begins
No pain, no sorrow, no fear, not here, no mourning
The dream has ended
This is the morning
