Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk. In tongues from the time before a man. Listen to a daffodil tell her tale. Let the guest in walk out be the first to greet the morn. The meadows of heaven await harvest. The cliffs unjump cold waters untouched. The elsewhere creatures yet unseen. Finally your number came up. free fall awaits the brave. Come. Taste the wine. Race the blind. They will guide you from the light. Writing noughts till the end of time. Come. Surf the clouds. Race the dark. It feeds from the runs undone. Meet me where the cliffs greets the sea. The answer to the riddle before your eyes. Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies. Returning swans and sedulous mice. Writings on the gardens book. In the minute of a lover's look. Building a sandcastle close to the shore. A House of cards from the worn out deck. A home from the fellowship poise and calm. Write a lyric for the song only you can understand. Riding hard every shooting star. Come to life open mind have a laugh at the orthodox. Come drink deep let the dam of mind seep. Travel with great Élan dance a jig at the funeral. Come!