love’s too patient; my love’s too kind…
much too much that I’m damn near blind. I
see doves only in my head.
rainy night, I still count the stars, while
floods wash my heart out too far. The
meteor showers warn me instead.
is someone like me to do, with my
head caught in a cloud again, drifting
towards someone like you, my
almost love and could-be friend?
So tell me could we
be, on a patient and kind Earth,
letting vision find rebirth,
and the doves will fly for real…
all the day long,
… and we’ll wash away each tear,
and we’ll fight away each fear.
In the stars, could we both feel…
all of love’s song?