Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk

in tongues from the time before man

listen to a daffodil tell her tale

Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of heaven await harvest

the cliffs unjumped cold waters untouched

The elsewhere creatures yet unseen

Finally your number came up

Free fall awaits the brave.



Come, taste the wine, race the blind

we will guide you from the light, writing noughts till the end of time..

Come, surf the clouds, race the dark,

it feeds from the runs undone,

meet me where the cliff greets the sea...



The answer to the riddle before your eyes

is in dead leaves and fleeting skies

returning swans and sedulous mice

writings on the garden book

in the minute of a lover's look.

Building a sandcastle close to the shore

A house of cards from a worn out deck.

A home from the fellowship, poise and calm,

writing lyric for the song

only you can understand..



-Chorus-



Riding hard every shooting star

come to life open mind

have a laugh at the orthodox,

Come, drink deep, let the dam of mind seep,

Travil with great Élan

Dance a jig at the funeral...