I am, you anxious one. 

Do you sense me, ready to break 

into being at your touch? 

My murmurings surround you like shadowing wings.

Can’t you see me standing before you 

cloaked in stillness?... 

I am the dream you are dreaming.

When you awaken, I am that wanting: 

I grow strong in the beauty you behold.

And with the silence of stars I enfold 

your cities in time.

                                                        -Rainer Maria Rilke