The rise of mighty angels
In the second half of dreams,
Banish fear,
And move along,
And make things as they seem.
Or thus should be,
In all our view,
A sudden me,
A newer you.
Instances,
And circumstance,
A fiery flume,
A circle dance.
The chances that we take,
Can sometimes seem like few.
But rise,
Unfurl,
And smile a while,
For all that's left to do.
And be,
And feel,
And seem in soul,
In sensate fire,
For all that's you.