How much would I pay for the sky?
I wouldn't
not for the world
how long before I should like to die?
to see, to dream, to be, to feel
to each I'll go in case they know

Strong winds come
they blow and blow
still no one knows how quiet I am
until no one hears me
just because my eyes are closed
does not mean that I am sleeping

And the fly buzzing 'round my head
how could it?
for a flower is so much more beautiful
each touched by the hand of God
so close
but never touching one another

One cares and one is
one cries and one sits
one loves and one is loved
one dies and one dies
so tell me
why is it so much easier to see something
when I don't look directly at it?

And why does my hatred fret me?
a deeper cut
a scratch so shallow
a wound not ending
which never began
a visible path
that none can follow.