The Taste

She dreams in colours like waterfalls
He knows the taste of the wind

They rise from the earth of the ages
And read from the sky like wisdom from pages

They live and breathe the songs of the ancient
And hold onto life in moments like rain
 
She dreams in colours like waterfalls
He reads the taste of the wind
 
Calls the voice from peoples ancient
Who dance and sway like leaves on the wind

They see the beauty of mountains and ranges
that rise and rise like dust on the wind

The stars they see remind them of angels
That seep into earth free from it's sound

She reads the colours of waterfalls
He dreams of dust on the wind
 
Time drifts afloat over ages
They've cry cry cry cried their loneliness dry

Believing in time healing with patience
Released by the taste of dust on the wind

Free from fear knowing no danger
They live like the Sun alive and so bright

They grow with the passage of ages
In time they will rise like dust on the wind