Just up amidst the cloud cover,
a world of it's own, it seems
There rests a home for all who know
the layer of the dreams
Her flow, it's something wavering
like a dance of contemplation
evaporating all your thoughts
a cathartic restoration
The gathered lessons shared amongst
the minds and ears have opened
Realizations cycled through
like water fills the ocean
These patterns, how they so stand out
like no one before has lived them
Yet conscious tales of what we naught
No answer do we give them.