Robin’s egg in the grass,

a furrowed path around the edge,

and a colored ring around a dark well in the eye of the beholder

There’s mystery surrounding these symbols of infinity

I could not attain that sight I sought

I could not retain the thought I thought

I could not divide time between silence and this song

Where could I have gone?

We thrive best on tenderness

I could not attain that sight I sought

I could not retain the thought I thought

And I could not defy time

The place where the body wants to be is right here

We thrive best on tenderness