Soul Dance

Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk In tongues from the time before man Listen to a daffodil tell her tale Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn The meadows of heaven await harvest The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched The elsewhere creatures yet unseen Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave Come Taste the wine Race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come Surf the clouds Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where the cliff greets the sea The answer to the riddle before your eyes Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies Returning swans and sedulous mice Writings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look Building a sandcastle close to the shore A house of cards from a worn out deck A home from the fellowship, poise and calm Write a lyric for the song only you can understand Come Taste the wine Race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come Surf the clouds Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Riding hard every shooting star Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral Come Taste the wine Race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come Surf the clouds Race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Come!