El Dorado vision ascends skyward,
Galactic trails lead out into forever,
A spinning sky 'round faint Polaris in gyrating circles,
We all drown in blackness,
Merging into a midsummer night's dream,
Pale clouds, the misty ceiling,
Cricket chorus symphony radiating out into the universe,
Life vibrating everywhere under a harvest moon,
Pallid mind streams slip into oceans of unconciousness in
the obsidian mirth of a living night,
We're all travelers in the moment before time begins,
As magic enfolds beneath a garden of starlight,
We ride the Earth's axis to another dawn,
Lifted by our dream wings.