Mount The Stallion Of Love And Do

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky, A Breathing Peace, And Sudden Flame Catching.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?