For an hour in my time, blow between the sails of my ship
Yet do not pass by my senses for too long
Look into my eyes; they are the life of my lips
Giving place to the verses
Of my song

Do not be the hunter, causing me to run to my resting place
Distant and high is the mountain I will climb
Just for an hour in my time, look into my face
Blow between my sails
Hear me chime

Perfumes of sweetest scent will flow from my sails
You will find in this hour in my time
Yet I will depart to sing, once you have exhaled
The rhythm and the meaning
Of my rhyme

For an hour in my time, blow between the sails of my ship
See the flags of my freedom lift away
Look into my eyes; watch the movement of my lips
Giving place to the music
My heart plays

Beneath a sea which keeps the names of all that whirl in grace
Far from the pages between your face and mine
Not because I came near to this place
Do I tremble at the beauty
Here I find

On the one hand the looks of lovers call to me in fragrant rains
Whispering from a melodious harp with no strings
On the other hand, I see you in everything
And I tremble at the beauty
Which you bring

Not because of lovely flowers that float gently on the winds
Falling as the sweetest sight to joyful tears
I tremble as I watch each petal descend
Filled with beauty so like you
Yet unaware

I know of a place where a ruby was born to quietly bless
The beloved, who cry for sweeter songs to hear
However, would we be amazed nonetheless
If what made them smile today
Tomorrow;
Brought no cheer

How hidden can the heart remain, who wanders
Within this place I write of to you now
Can its desires ever be squandered
Because the always want of more
Keeps appreciation
Disallowed

Would a trusting eye be found in silent chill
Its very heart and soul be shaken
If it were to find that, the ruby cannot fill
That which is never satisfied
And always seeking
New sensations

What could a rhyme redeem for the sunlight of your soul
Coming through in misty stirring rain
In the empty time and space, you cannot control
Running down the halls
Of your pain

Do you leave your broken phrases to float among spheres
Insistently flowing into that which makes you glad
Forming lessons you may not wish to hear
When the walls of your halls
Are painted sad

Just how high is the ceiling of your expectations
Does it exceed the flame of yonder sun
Will your eyes begin to glisten, when you cannot control
The halls of your life
As you run

There is a window in your hall, where sunlight softly streams
Into the promises, which you are able to redeem
If you will stop running down the halls
Of all you cannot control
Your soul, will feel the warmth
Of its beams