1992 br br If I could drink the pale silvered milk of the harvest moon br and taste it sweet and gleaming, dripping on my lips br I could truly be sated br br If I could ride upon the feathered wings of the nighttime wind br enveloping the billowing clouds, whispering through the trees br I could truly be free br br If I could be the warm sunlight gowning the green earth br in life giving glow, letting all things drink of my sustenance br I could truly give br br If I could be the soft fragrance of frail petals blown gently br on the warm spring breeze, bringing essence br to any for their pleasure br I could truly have peace br br If I could have your love forever and could drink always br from the beauty of your soul br I could have all of these things.