Who needs a name for beauty,
who needs a word for things to come?
we take them in our arms one at a time
and I write poems on golden leafs that fall,
fragments of a chapter that is yet to see the day
they float like shadows on the mirror of a lake,
who needs a name for kindness,
who needs a word for falling stars?
let’s wonder in the shinning
let’s climb a whipping tree in flower
let’s build a house with dreams,
and the sixty steps to wisdom,
we are going to walk one by one…
who needs a word for wonders
and who needs a name for the future
that’s written all over our souls,
that’s made up of our choices,
who needs a name for things we can’t control…