you ask me why
let me light this candle
and hold you in my eyes

Softness
like the sun
touching the morning dew
beckon soft colours
the softness in you

Sometimes I look at you
and see a small boy
holds the spirit of wonder
the keys to the world,
the questions and doubts
the soul still searching
the need for a toy

Why
you ask me why
let me light this fire
and hold you in my eyes

inside the horizon of your mind
so true
your gentle kind nature
shines through the blue

why

you ask me why
this candle
this fire
the warmth of our sighs

             clroy 1998