From Within Every Ongoing Weaving Dream

From within every ongoing weaving dream Come the lofty motions through fulsome air Something from inside tenderness will steer From the continuing rivers of time's stream Their drifting through the clouds of timeless time Delivering their summer voyage and shade That were revelations in beauties all made With the golden wings of its rising prime The reflective from the blossoming sight We could behold in with our inner eyes That flies free with every true fairy tale Like a morning brightness of first dawn's flight From the hope of tomorrow's purest skies That to ordinary day has no avail