Leaves in your hair, and the bright morning air It’s so… Halo the sun, as the daybreak has come It’s so…
This is the place Where all that you feel… All is for real,
All this is real…
Burn fast the shadows Our past and its phantoms. Your form echoes out – A slight glimmer of blue. And all that we’ve wanted Waited and willed Taken time from its haunting Clear and distilled About our bodies (In colors swim…)
And this is the place At the edge of your sleep With hands extended To gather, to keep. And in the silence we fall as one, To the sentient sky And all has begun. All has overcome. “A drink to the death of endings…”
My heart and my eyes Now become as birds Ascending pen winged to your sky
My heart and my eyes No become as birds Ascending open winged To your sky…