Amongst the fleeting clouds up high
where wings of the sparrow spread open wide...

Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion...

A ribbon in time
That binds and bends...

The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...

The shades of colors hidden with in the eyes.
A dreaming brush that sits and awaits the image...

A sweet scent in the air,
The yellow fluff raising in the heat...

So special hope
For your broken heart...

If I go back to where the sea ends,
Will I see you...

A song that passes through me,
A feel of the summer sun on my skin...

Quiet as it is, here in the night I stand,
Awaiting the eve of the dawn...

Spacing out, my mind all a wander,
Under the shimmering stars...

Sitting with the midday sun
As the distant smell of rain rolls in...