Élan
Leave the sleep and let the springtime talkIn tongues from the time before manListen to Daffodil tell her taleLet the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvestThe cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouchedThe elsewhere creatures yet unseenFinally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave
ComeTaste the wineRace the blindThey will guide you from the lightWriting noughts till the end of timeComeSurf the cloudsRace the darkIt feeds from the runs undoneMeet me where the cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyesIs in dead leaves and fleeting skiesReturning swans and sedulous miceWritings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the shoreA house of cards from a worn out deckA home from the fellowship, poise and calmWrite a lyric for the song only you can understand
Riding hard every shooting starCome to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodoxCome, drink deep let the dam of mind seepTravel with great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral
Come!