Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

In The Silence Of Love You Will Find The Spark Of Life.