Waking In the Water

 

Waking in the water
as the sky drops down to join you
Your feet are made of clay
Child of day

Stars to keep you dreaming
of the darkness that enfolds you
Your body turns to light
Child of night

Follow a sparrow to a forest made of crystal
Trees of silver music planted by a wandering minstrel
Dance to the melody, sing to the song in your heart

Waking in the water
as the sky drops down to join you
Your feet are made of clay
Child of day

Think of living logic,
just a fragile web of meaning,
struggling in your hand
Child of sand

Then your heart may open
to the one who will embrace you
like a flaming velvet glove child of love


1968

Ken & Tom Frankel