The morning dew awaits you all night
Put your bare feet down, will you?
A gazillion stars have silence to share
Look up for a while, will you?
Tangible dreams are strewn across the lazy mind
Tie them in a knot, will you?
Brush off the fear of morbid existence.
Pace forward at your own cadence
Be a passenger, set off on a journey.
And meet me someday,
Under the mistletoe, will you?!
For I have outshone the glint of dew
For I have rested in silence of the stars
For I am a passenger,
I carry my tangible dreams
Trail my path,
And I will be your harbinger.