Write on a rolling stone all your fine threads of thought
Raining down from the new dew of morning
In time’s remaining colors wrought
For my eyes
Adoring

Nothing will I reply, from the silence of my soul
Yet I will dream to be the one who drinks
From the essence of your bowl
The honey of your wisdom
As you think

Your thoughts profoundly stir the hands of my mind
Whirling into the print upon a rolling stone
Each fine thread my eyes find
Stir time’s remaining colors
In distinctive tones

I hunger for the honey of your wisdom endlessly
Long to drink from your fine threads
Write on a rolling stone for me
The thoughts inside
Your head