"And as they fall to ecstasy they sing their silent scream"

Hidden in the Day 1 I always want to see a shooting star and sometimes do And whether or not they really shoot they really seem to The existential action is what is the attraction For the any of the many or who come of the some The beating heart of being blazing through the blooming night 2 Though shooting might seem optimistic from the point of view Of stars which may fall short of shooting but which overcome As disconnected diamonds descending points of light Stunning on blue velvet flashing frozen fire all the way Down empowered with powers of flight if temporarily 3 Since anything can happen when to be is to become They seem to shoot awhile before they fall to be their all In all in that moment of their opportunity to Surmount the structured strictures of a stationary ball As what they lived for after all in all has been and done 4 To sing the song of the silver swan and then to be gone To leave the stage quickly and not run into anything Urging horizontality on a trajectory Of inevitable downwardness but with a birthright Of flight if for the moment rising up to take the fall 5 A moment of the will a gesture outward toward the sky At a moment which becomes all moments each now and here A moment which contains both anything and everything And the moment is the moment without which that is all With all within one moment and that moment is this one 6 Though backhanded consolation seeing stars disappear Leaving holes in the blue velvet as they puncture the night The flash of their existence has become the attraction As I see existence as a flash and fall of my own Remembering my branding with a falling star tattoo 7 Having seen my fellow fallen to the satisfaction Of my fear at least till morning as though dreamed in a dream As though daydreamed in a nightmare I am all alone here And the part of me which never sleeps sees myself being Awakened by a sound which sounds like falling stars to me 8 And as I flash and fall and see that I am not alone I come to the moment of my existential action And would like to be like them as the moment comes for me Having heard how all the way down all the senses are clear And as they fall to ecstasy they sing their silent scream 9 As they are freeing themselves I am seeing them being Brilliant all the long way down along as they fall streaming Lightning like Lucifer tearing through spacetime and screaming "This is what we lived for" silent through the brightening sky Surrendering and rendering respect to gravity 10 The phoenix spreads its flaming wings becoming one with light To overcome the hard way to be born within to die As the morning after whitens to embrace if to erase The points of light of the night before to mean something more When points of light converge and merge into the morning sky 11 A star though falling is bright enough to light wrong from right An omen how it might be between then and when it was Allowing us to see how it will be beyond first sight To be for now for how it was and might be as it does When only here and lonely in the middle of the night 12 And I too am a shooting star as doubtless you can tell Falling is what I do too screaming silently for you As we transcend together to become the light we might They say "write what you know" and this is something I know well When night was never darker but when morning is in sight Riddle What matters cannot be destroyed and so we fade away To be the stars we always are though hidden in the day +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX