Olympian flame—
What heights I climbed to know her,
Clouds in my blue eyes.

Man ends planet— quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.

There is a sun,
Brighter than your face shining.
There is a sky,
Deeper than your blue eyes.
There is a Moon,
Lights up the day that's dying,

Chorus:
What would you say—
If I should leave you crying?
What would you say—
If I should leave?
Should I leave you crying?

There is a cloud,
Why must you be so proud, my dream?
There is a sea,
Why must it be we're drowning?
There is a place,
Where we can be, both towering,

Chorus:
What would you say— If I should leave you?
There is a light— Why won't you see?

There is a dream,
If you believe as I do.
There is a way,
To keep the Sun behind you.
There is a love,
Truer than light that binds you,

What would you say?
There is a light that finds you,
There is a light that finds you.

Snow capped mountains,
Bald flights of soaring eagle,
Dual forms Godhead.

Sun snuffed in cloud days,
Sloe black crows perishing grey,
  .  .  .  Dirge plays in silence.

I saw you today
under a bright sunless sky.

You,
bathed in green,
by a demure waterfall.

And you
moving
to the peacocks' calls
trilling,
through the leaves
that enshrined our midst.

You moved without care,
and you knew I was there.

Driveway of grave stones,
Army of orange poppies—
  .  .  .  Little flags victorious.

Rain wells in soft eyes,
Droplets drib by the windows,
My lips on her cheek.

Morning never waits—
Ripples spreading on still pond,
Before frog jumps in.

My hands are raw and cracked like wind and wood,
My arms, they sway and dance all day in my boat,
My neck is sore from watching you, above me play,
You, great mountains of tree and stone, give me hope.

Seashells and castles,
Imagination, holy as the skies,
Sea sprayed our faces.