You might have picked me up in any place
A stairway, church, bar or outer space.
Your mouth voices an interstellar shift
A meteor shower is stirred by your lifted hand
Your face is haloed by a dark crown
Your songs are spoken with no sound.
I dream a white city glowing on a shore
An azure sky, a million stars
You take another sip from your glass
And another thousand worlds fall past.
You stand up and make as if to go
But caught in your casual supernatural flow
I find I am standing up with you
And now wherever you go, I go too.