For whom do I create?
For you, for me?
For some imagined audience
Quiet as the still night?

I think I create
For that soul
Which cannot survive without
That creation

Is that you?
Someone else?
Or some hidden part of me?

And if it is the last
How can I know him better?

So often does the wind
Change its course
And I am forced to wonder:
Do I force through?
Tack west against nature?

Or do I follow?

So often I see the stars
And wonder at worlds above
What we could see
What we could find
If there, above it all
There is a world
For me
Then I remember
When I look in your eyes
That right before me
Is a world all my own

Give me a crackling fire

The stars above

Animal sounds all round

Give me my loves

A quick-witted word

Laughter reaching high

Give me all this

And I

Will smile

By cobbled stone did I walk
In boots worn and torn
To see you there

I see in your eyes
A reflection of me
And so much more

Such wisdom
Such strength
Such life as to inspire

And I wonder
If when you look in mine
You see the same

Rising with the breath of the earth
Flitting through the boughs
In every hue imaginable
Sweet feathers on wings so free

Here I stand at the brink
Of something greater
Something brighter
Than me

Here I stand at the precipice
Wanting to jump
Needing to

Here I stand before all
All that lies ahead
Not ahead of that behind

Now all I must do
Is leap

In my dreams there is
A world beyond the waking
One with new places
That rhyme with old

In my dreams there is
Calm
Peace, far as I can see
Where laughter reigns

In my dreams there is
Sweet, sweet silence