The spirit touched a collapsing wall
Pushing her eagle over the jagged edge

Imagine talking to a wall
said the shaman to the Circle of Elders

Past history and hope dwell in your eyes,
Such glory of love cannot be disguised.

Past history and hope dwell in your eyes,
Such glory of love cannot be disguised.

Past history and hope dwell in your eyes,
Such glory of love cannot be disguised.

When the rain smells like peppermint,
cloud shapes, arctic curtains.

Distance is a test;
Time is a pest.

A telephone in almost every room, each one switched
to the silent setting. Will you never call? Or write me—once.

A telephone in almost every room, each one switched
to the silent setting. Will you never call? Or write me—once.

A telephone in almost every room, each one switched
to the silent setting. Will you never call? Or write me—once.