What price is paid
by the dreamers who gaze
on the midnight sky in love
with the universe?
Through dreams below a moon
who laughs in white silence
peering through to catch in slumber
the mind lost in other worlds,
does it know of our visions?
What price is paid by the hopeful heart
who wishes as a star falls on a calm night,
the glittering spark that shoots past much too fast
yet caught in the memory with a smile?
I know of no value worth pennies or millions
that compare with the view of a night sky,
below in a forest or beside the gentle waves
inspiration shimmers like a belief in more,
like the truth that we are one with it all.