Ascend to the summit and a miracle’s seen;
a beautiful crescent moon, stars from a dream.
The eyes of the world, consumed with desire,
the rich earth, clear water, passionate fire.
The love of the universe, held up aloft,
replacing fell dreams and a heart broken soft.
Descend now below, to the valleys of yore,
see the bald heads of dandelions galore.
Wishes all gone, hope tossed to the wind;
the heart of the sky ends just to begin.
A low is a start, no deeper depth lies.
The point of new tries and forgotten demise.