Let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream. I am a traveler of both time and space, to be, where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen. They talk of days, for which they sit and wait, and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear, But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear... LZ