You are the slow falling rain On a spring afternoon I am that spot in the sky Reserved for the moon You are the swell of the sea When the boats have all gone I am the silent wind blowing Across your waves at dawn You will lay next to me And you will not show I feel the blessed distress that is you And I need you to know That I am the rumble of thunder In the still mountain air And you are the trickle of creeks Flowing down alive and aware I am the sun that burns brightly Through a crack in the clouds You are the forests that stretch Over hills dark and proud Flowery sweet machines And pieces of gold A treasure of light and of love and of fear From the eons of old The world that is next to me And pieces of you The fabulous wash of the blood in my face The sparkling blue Two snowy mountain tops And the bridge inbetween And in a spot in the middle we kiss Together unseen As we dangle our feet in the steam As we dangle our feet, hands, heads in the steam |