the swing of the melody I hear
takes me to where we haven't danced.
that place where you're looking back at me
while I hold you near.

I'm scared my mind has fibbed
and that my heart has fallen sick in belief.
will you tell me why I'm alone?
will you admit to me your part in this?

be clear like water.
be sure like rain.

I've heard the questions of creation;
the origin of it all, and the mystery that ensues.
I've also heard your voice and know
what simple sounds can do to.

I know some words and vague associations,
I've tied them taut to physical things,
but life is the sea and there is a storm on the horizon
and my feet are firmly planted in the rising tide.

baby, sweep them free and clean from their mooring.
baby, be clear like water; be sure like rain.