Gently I float down the stream,Carefully, cautiously drifting along,As the world passes my eyes I glide pensively watching,But I am alone,With no purpose,Until I see your eyes, blue as the water I ride,You look at me, I look at you,And then you smile and I stop drifting,I stop along side you filled with a purpose and dedication like no other.Love.
Now I sprout and grow,Just like the buds of March,Green, pink and purple,I prepare to blossom into colour,Held back only by time,Why must you be like time.
The February rain drip drip drips against the window I look out,As I gaze opon the mist coated garden I think only of my tear coated face,But as if the sky is trying to heal me, the clouds part,The dew is now sun touched and glistening,It is just like my heart now I've left you,Sparkling, changing, growing.
I could snatch a day out of the late autumnAnd set it trembling like forgotten springs,There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shiningAnd flying shadows cast by flying wings.I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,Waiting for nothing at all.
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing -- too loud?But -- I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try me --Just -- once -- more --Just -- see -- if I troubled them --But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the GentlemanIn the "White Robe" --And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked --Could -- I -- forbid?