Eve

Oh send the search teams

Oh send the army too

For I will be alone now

Drifting in my canoe

And I will simply lie here

As the sky it changes form

And the sea it takes me places

Where I will be reborn

Eve, we will start again

And you will have your garden

And they will never find me

Wherever I may go

Dancing at my own pace

A life that's full and slow

And I will find a new land

That I can call my own

And I will make a new plan

And autopia will grow

Eve, we will start again

And you will have your garden

And from my ribs I bring forth

A man who is soft and true

A woman who can live her heart

A world where the earth sings too

And we will simply lie here

As the sky it changes form

And the land is rich with living

And far away there is a storm.

Eve, we will start again

And you will have your garden.

Stained Glass
I will pour my feelings into stained glass for you,

So you see them as beauty and art,

And every shape will be yours too

Human and straight from the heart

Human and straight from the heart

I give you my why,

I give you my why,

Why I live, And why I love

Why I reason that I'm enough,

The sea stretched out on its canvas,

And pastel scribbled over shale,

The peach of the sky ripe with sunset,

My eyes a prism we set sail,

My eyes a prism we set sail.

I give you my why,

I give you my why,

Why I live, And why I love

Why I reason that I'm enough, enough.

It's the flow of words,

The sincerity of verse,

It's the way I feel when I sing,

When I meet you here,

In this timeless sphere,

Where everyone exists.

My voice, our heart

This wondrous part

Of being,

Of being,

Of being.

Willow Tree

The way the willow tree is beaten by the wind,

Her soft hair billowing with the song of rain,

She holds steady beneath new builds,

Her old frame grown in its small field.

She is power

In all this rain,

She shows me how to

Transform my pain,

I will bend and shake as she does,

My roots still holding firm

Holding firm with love

She wades by water, where my building is a mast

There in her pocket is a story of what lasts,

Her strength windswept by a sky of heavy towers,

A silent stretch of beauty the city can't devour.

She is power

In all this rain,

She shows me how to

Transform my pain,

I will bend and shake as she does,

My roots still holding firm

Holding firm with love

To love well is to remember,

In every exchange, in every encounter,

That we are all one, that we are all connected,

By the wide web of things,

By the air we breathe, that passes between,

Our soft lungs and the delicate, green leaves,

By the water we drink that relieves

Our parched throats

After coursing along life-rich channels

And glistening in vast reservoirs

By the touch of particles moving between me, my pen, this desk,

The mug I drank from In slow-moving sips.

We are made of the same creative energy,

The same ever-moving life force,

That dances through our bodies, to tell,

A trillion different stories

And colour the whole world in.

Find me, and meet me there,

In that kaleidoscopic dance,

And love me well.

Meet me there.

And love me well.

She is power

In all this rain,

She shows me how to

Transform my pain,

I will bend and shake as she does,

My roots still holding firm

Holding firm with love

She is power

In all this rain,

She shows me how to

Transform my pain,

I will bend and shake as she does,

My roots still holding firm

Holding firm with love

Meet me there, with love,

Meet me there.