I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.