To a World That's Coming
Wait! A world is coming, it's coming soon,
Growing as corn grows. A world is on its way
Cryptic as woman, warm as primordial clay,
Blowing in softly as a mighty cloud, and high as a waxing moon.
Our swift ships will soon find far-off stars
And worlds unafraid, dancing through fabulous nights
And holy days, brilliant with millions of lights,
A vast cornucopia, but finally lacking all our old wars.
Arriving, you will find winds that rip away
Things you had thought vital, as winds blow
Sounds from this song. But you will know
That what winds cannot undo must stay
Always. Across our last-found world storms will grow,
Blowing in dawn, announcing at last our final, miraculous day.