I had seen this dream many times. I would wake up on some shore, Not knowing who, or where I was. And then the questions would Come flooding in. A red hot sun would climb the edge of the world and explode into Hundreds of these great birds of fire – and I would find myself Chasing one of them throughout the dream. Mountain paths of old and great rivers would guide me Somewhere which I knew to be the edge... Not the edge of the Dream but the edge of something extremely significant. I knew because that's where I would find the bird. Every single time. In wait for this moment - Chased all your life. In search of a time - Out of your seen sky. In silence of wind - And hoping to say: Are you the echo, Or still just the same? Past the rivers three - Midst the winds of me. At the edge of world - My point of no return. I find the bird in flame - Returned to her glade. And that is all it takes - I'm someone, somewhere else.