we go so deep
to find its written in the stars
and in the streets teeming with life
and the walls are painted red
in this holy experience
we find concrete covered miles
where we once found fruit
and the sound would ring so clearly
we always sang a song
I sat and listened
to what now is just a story
and on this pavement where we live our lives
these memories make me cry

just concrete
stretching and growing
spinning webs as veins
and parking lots
and highways
I chance to discover
this lovely growing flower
beautiful mind
sweet head
honeyed skin
seraphic mouth
wings

and worlds aren't impossible
because I can hear music again
the changing lines
the forest
where fairies once again existed
and smiled upon this blessing
this glorious creation

beautiful mind
sweet head
honeyed skin
seraphic mouth
wings