Waking

Stream of consciousness

On a sleeping

Street of dreams

Thoughts

Like scattered leaves

Slowed in midfall

Into the streams

Of fast

Running rivers

Of choice and chance

And time stops here

On the delta

While they dance

While they dance

I love the child

Who steers this riverboat

But lately he's crazy

For the deep

And the river seems dreamlike

In the daytime

And someone keeps thinking

In my sleep

Of fast

Running rivers

Of choice and chance

And it seems as if time

Stops on the delta

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance

While they dance