All our words are invisible

All our words are invisible
When they become divisible by one,
We try to find answers
In the setting of our suns,
Our sun sails shall shift their weight in gold.
We shall become the diadems of our dreams,
Our paths shall fold in infinite ways.

And at the crossroads of our dreams
At the crossroads of our days,
If we fall behind the hour, 
We shall play out our slow intentions
And time honored customs,
When strange excuses
Shall make us late.