we gather here this night
to witness and to weather,
the joining of the dreamed
and the dreaming at last together.
we congregate and populate,
we mate and conquer the divide,
we think and still postulate,
then we sleep and at last, arrive.
when you wake your spirit lingers,
waiting for your return;
when the beggars finally prosper,
they're reaching for their urn.
when you at last revisit,
though we've gone about our lives,
we take a pause for all the dreamers...
everything changes when you arrive.