Wisps

There is nobody singing, there is only the song
There is nobody dreaming, there is only the dream

Insubstantial joy needs voice
Beginning and end
The illusion each
singer and dreamer
brings.

We hold ourselves as bringers
of that which brings us
We fear most as mortals
that which delivers us.

Pray if you must
Wish if you need
You are not your blood
Even as you bleed.

The spirit you call
Calls you instead
From where you cannot know
To where you must yet go.

Make yet be not the Maker
Who sings in your dream
Reminding you in waking
That which does not seem.

Silence the singer,
yet the song remains.
Awaken the dreamer
Yet the dream remains
Destroy what's made
Yet the Maker remains.

Rejoice in songs for the singer is not the song
Rejoice in dreams for the dreamer is not the dream.