I like to reach a hand

into the unknown.

I like to rise early and predict

The patterns of the clouds.

I like to let the evening give

My skin a certain tenderness.

Sometimes a song I heard yesterday

Makes me dance, alone, on the grass.

Sometimes I fall in love

Because I want to cry.

Sometimes I cry because

I want to be loved.

I go around the world placing

beads of tears on flowers.

I look towards you like an explorer

Towards the horizon.

Great lands breathe life as they

Step through a door of fog.

My soul is a ship breathing

LIfe on open waters.

Written on December 10th, 2002