
If the voice of the mountains
of green and white
sang high and clear
who could hear
who could dance
to the loving laughing waters
of that stream
If the voice of the mountains
of green and white
sang high and clear
who could hear
who could dance
to the loving laughing waters
of that stream
Dusk draws a curtain
across my eyes
my hands confirm the shape
of my face
my ears recognize the whisper
of life in the air
love beats in the heart
of every wing that flies
Walls move back and forth
like doors
restless in the desert
and smoky winds of old desires
why do they burn
so hard and so long
before they disappear
leaving the hunger shifting
back and forth like doors
I have broken
many things
in my life
some can be repaired
A spoon in a cup
the noise
and then the silence
Stars may die
before I lift up my eyes
and see who you are
or I could discover now
that you are the bright star
in my heart
I heard a whisper
in a corner of one
a small voice of fear
slipping through the fingers
of time
The kind question to ask
the stranger
who has arrived in your mirror
is not who are you
or why have you arrived
before me
with my eyes and face
it might be
have you remembered
my name
the true name of who I am
which you have forgotten
so many times before
Day by day I discover
the list of necessary
becomes shorter and shorter
love