Born with the sun knowing you well
In a field of passion
My love, you are a stream
I wish to swim
When you drift to me
In your tender flowing fashion
My heart leaps, from your banks
And gently skims

You blend into the land and fade into
A shimmering delight
I look away and still I find you there
Building a crescendo
As your waves reach my shore
The birds can still hear
In their night

Have you ever seen the night, hide from the sands of an hour glass
In hope, that he can return to his own beginning
Watched his tears falling, on all that he has
Thinking, it is now ending

Have you ever looked into the eyes of a never ending journey
Missing the sweet fragrance of his roses on the vine
Wishing to hear the laughter of his child at play
Afraid to stop, and call them mine

Did you ever look into the raging face of a firelight’s glow
Fighting mightily, to burn brighter than ever before
Consuming all that he sees, in a fiery show
Stare confused, at embers on his floor

Could you look upon a field, yielding regret and shame
Still seeing beauty in between its rows
Strike your very heart with the essence of a flame
Make you wish to see this beauty grow

If you have seen the night hiding from an hour glass
Looked into the eyes of a never ending journey
Watched a fire burn out, all that he has
In this field, you can see the beauty

If a message braves a lonely dawn then quietly departs
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Will you let the sun set in the western plain of your heart
Before you send this message your reply

Should you feel the soft touch of this sigh on your brow
Taste its honey at its finest on your lips
Will you hear this message in your here and now
Reply, before it once again, quietly slips

While the world is doubting, will your longing run deep
To hear this message breath a sigh of relief
Or will you hold your reply inside the plain where you keep
Your answer in your heart like a thief

Despite every bracing measure you take to not reply
This message will continue bravely on
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Until you respond to the lonely dawn

To one who’s name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress
Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth of your undress

You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night
Until I no longer know the season or present year
Time is of no essence within my sight
Of warmth or cold, I have no fear

To one who’s name is written on every single line of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart
Marked on a calendar of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light
When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares of ours

To one who’s name is written in my eyes as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun
My landscape will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, I will never run