behind your eyes lullabies of another time

found in streams of hope, go digging

behind your eyes
lullabies of another time
fragrance wafting by,
candlight filled with dreaming
childsongs singing,

luckily, you and I
are never not found;
bound (in love)
never to unbounded be,
wrapped in gracewords

like a lover's embrace
you and I
like traces of goldlove
fragments hidden 
in the steady stream,

just a pen, an hour,
a bearded man, dedicated,
can discover 
this divine inheritance
coiled within the soil,
wrapped, written in 
a hidden vision
only a pure eye, 
dedicated whole,
to this lover's adventure, 
woeful and plenty 
to be found in streams of hope, 
don't you go digging 
for gold again
without me, says he.
 
and I smile, for the gold of God
while infinitely valuable 
is all the better 
for the weathered hand
en-tired face 
(of God with me),
the only gold divinity
finds beautiful.