The Children of Ever Lasting

( dreamed ) Down toward the moon beams and cross the arrowed crows, Crying in their sun light as the morning magnet glows. Flying proper diamonds as everyone now sees The Yawning bed time storey is falling off the trees. glowing people a crying dog And as no one beats the drum, The Countless faces sing to me as madness has its fun. The up shot is the down and the middle has no end As the laughing shadowed figure beckons his oldest friend. Get to where the bedlam is and wipe away that tear For Impossible things swoop on wings feeding off your fear. Gypsy wagon passing by as her sleeping chickens wave ?? This seems to mean, to have them dream , if freedom’s what they crave. A crack appears above the time But the colours keep on dancing Eyes of green and most serene these children of everlasting.