Soulfully my only dream
My only drink
from the spirit spring
is that place I find
Deep, deep down
without a sound
in you

Holding the edge
at the top of the thrill
in a place of quiet
The contemplative riot
where stomach lifts
and raindrops fall
over our hill

All things on their own
Grow toward the dying light
and all the omens
and the unknown
grow together
in their height

Wrap the candle wax
round the maypole mystery
and light here
our wick of wonder
as we wander to
the open sea