"what do you hear, love?"

i hear the trees
waving in the wind
as if an underwater trick of light
makes them snakes against the skies

"what do you see, love?"

i see the birds
hidden in the trees
tell me why their tiny singing
still is bringing tears to my eyes

"i could have stayed here,
just layed on a shaggy blue,
while lovely you, love,
threw roses to me --
behind your nearby
clear, clear glass skies.
where have you faded to?"

i've waded through a thousand dreams