I hear you breathing through the phone Light on my ears, warm in my bones Out in the world, to me Veering its way, from mountains to sea Each time it turns, to me Your breath and soul Onwards; explore. Find the way to my breath Unto me.
Ye wanderer of despair Keen on yer search Of sand and glass, Measuring stars on yer fingers And years on a bark, What have ye found In yer mortality? That flowers and songs Could not soothe? What have ye found That babbling streams, The wisdom of leaves Did not prove true?
Ye wanderer of despair Listen to the heart of things Yer mind's a fool.