The first word was dream
From the middle of sleep
Gently taking the darkness
From deep in my heart

The second word was wind
Teaching me the path
I fanned my wings
Into the arms of God

As though counting
The melting sorrows
Yet another
Golden apple fell

A scene I’ve never seen
That’s where I’ll return to
A place reached
Once in a lifetime

The old magic book
The curtain of a quiet moonlit night
Only a premonition of meeting someday

We can fly, we have wings
We can touch floating dreams
Call me from so far
Through the wind, in the light

The third word was hum
I strained my ears
As I gently released
Your trembling arms