Thoughts clear as water
bare views of heaven
Thoughts strong as wood
bear fruits of love
Thoughts flower into music, color
sparkle in memory's primal caverns
Thoughts sheer as steel
bring crystal-sharp dreams of Day
Whoever thought that thought could bend
like light in curved space?
like lightning at night
on a cold street
in a shallow summer?
like a cool breeze
on a warm night
Whoever thought the day would come
When thought would have to fend for itself
The day is here.