While many young hearts search
Seeking through the wild and calm
For the fruits anxious for ripening
And the grapes long fallen off
There’ll be a movement
A gentle silent ride away
From the base of the myopic
To the never looking back valley
Where the imagination spans wide
Seeking purpose painted in white
Covered by glass and defined by the dark.
While I’m gone, I’ll be finding me
Looking in the places without looks
For the barest hint of some height
That the climb will be worth diamonds.