In the blossoming winds of life
we are scattered
within forms of silent time
On all those nights where love
Is more than flesh
that holds our will
the foundation we build
Is yours and mine

Defeat is a precarious lantern who's light
Is bitterly bright and unfair
Yet nothing
can spring from rivers
that I call mine
that could ever make me
forsake you,
go there

Discontent
will never be mine to hold
I know that you understand
These words I carve
From my heart
Because my spirit is at
Your command

You are the morning
that quenches my thirst
My fragrance
after the rain
How could I ever forget you
when these sighs
you have left
here in my heart
remain?