If it isn't any trouble Could I send a hundred kisses into orbit And they'd hang around the body of the world Just like the end-curls of your hair Should I begin by giving one of them to you Then maybe other folks will notice The gentle way we touch could be As heavy as the darkness that beholds us And unfolds us now to be
What we might be If there wasn't any reason To be anything at all Free in body and mind Of sadness and time To simply live as this The patience of a kiss If I moved a little closer Would the rock around the border turn to ashes And the light would then surround us like the Silhouettes of daisies in the garden If the universe is but a single hand I bet its your hand that it's after As it comes from out of nowhere and then Blooms against the weather of my worry And assures me now to be
What we might be If there wasn't any reason To be anything at all Free in body and mind Of sadness and time To simply live as this The patience of a kiss