Leave the and let the springtime talk In tongues from the before man Listen to a daffodil tell her Let the guest in, out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of await harvest The cliffs unjumped, waters untouched The elsewhere creatures yet Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the
Taste the wine, the blind will guide you from the light Writing till the end of time Surf the clouds, race the It from the runs undone Meet me where the cliff the sea
The answer to the riddle before your Is in dead leaves and fleeting Returning swans and sedulous Writings on the book, in the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the A of cards from a worn out deck A home from the fellowship, poise and Write a for the song only you can understand
Taste the wine, race the They will guide you from the Writing noughts till the end of Surf the clouds, race the It feeds from the undone me where the cliff greets the sea
Riding hard shooting star Come to life, mind, have a laugh at the orthodox Come, deep, let the dam of mind seep Travel great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral
Taste the wine, race the They will guide you from the noughts till the end of time Surf the clouds, the dark It feeds the runs undone Meet me the cliff greets the sea