Within sweet decisions and harmony,
Can it be seen, the lamp of life?
How it shines, in my dream.
Where can the river run to?
Only renew its curves and flow,
To whence did to go again,
The mountaintops dripping with rain.
A grass, a leaf, a solid broken piece,
Some rock, soil, natural vegetable oil,
Nutrient hue within the secret of you,
Love to the fear and don't you come near,
Don't you come near,
If you hold your life dear,
Such darkness and treacle,
In the deceptive vehicle of the soul.
rowan blair colver