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 the 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.