Meet me at the edge where air and light converge;
Where dreams and wonder lie waiting
Past the calming seas to turmoil, change and confusion.
Step off the solid, desert the sure to breathe the unknown;
Sail to what can not be seen. Tack into uncertainty, push for the horizon.
It is not fog that frightens, not the middling dark; but the passing, missed.
It is not the fog that has meaning, but light and love
And what the light reveals.
