Is it letting my heart blossom br Like spring orchids, br Smiling nakedly at the sun? br Is it those native children br Pollinating the wasteland br Through their careless run? br br Can it be found on this altar, br The lighted lanterns, br The chimes of these bells, br This seashore stroll, br In the inner contours br Of these sand-filled shells? br br What is it about you br That sets this golden-bird br Daybreak behind my eyes, br A song like a child br Wailing at the rising sun br Atop the highest of the highest rise. br br Why do you make me yearn for you, br Do you know I like it, br For you to make my heart race? br And should I stay in the familiar cold br Or become lost br In this unknown warm place.br br K.