What you bring to me is like honey
I feel my love in the beauty of the day
When we have the afterthoughts of morning
Still burning in our bellies
We dare to dream a million openings
But when did we learn to speak in silence
And make passion fruit tear drops
Spring from our souls
We are shouldering too much responsibility
Behind the wondrous face of every flower
There are a million women and children crying
If we depart on time but arrive early
There are too many disappointments to unwind
And we must each defy these frozen dramas
When shadows melt in their tracks against the Sun
We are abandoned governments
Taken from one place to another
Like the Spring that wanders naked
Like lines of paint on a empty canvas
I have a voice formed in the coolest waters
A shallow pool of tears
Can never drown these disappointments
And though it cannot be purchased
Love still remains the most virtuous of poisons