Lament

welling up from where we keep
returning from dark night's deep sleep
the always dreaming tidal rush
now overflowing with its hush

once more arousing me and you
in the morning wondering who
can touch us in this way
as we wake and through the day

the sad lament of beauty cries
from the Earth and from the skies
incandescent morning light
effervescent in the night

like spirit bubbles floating by
we are drifting up on high
currents in the atmosphere
above our sorrows and our fears

above thinking thoughts and wild ideas
which always seem to lead to tears
the sad lament of beauty cries
from the Earth and from the skies

as we wake and through the day
what we feel is here to stay
the always dreaming tidal rush
overflowing with its lush

emotions like the rolling swell
in the ocean like a bell
reverberating on and on
'til we let go and we are gone

like spirit bubbles floating by
we are drifting up on high
currents in the atmosphere
above our sorrows and our fears

above incandescent morning light
and effervescence in the night
above the changes going on
when we let go we all move on

welling up from where we keep
returning from dark night's deep sleep
the always dreaming tidal rush
now overflowing with its hush