I like to see the depths of people
Bubble up into vision
I who have been deprived o truth
Like a bird deprived of wonder

And I to you will not leave lies
Like a mine field in your harbour
But I give you a truth ingredient
To mix in with your grit and your doubts

In the dream of dying
I will be a trickle of a stream
A last smile, a last heart beat
And you to me will be like a golden air
Preserved forever in the sun