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.