If I could take a dropper
And squeeze into her eyes
A special dop of holy water

And she began to see me
As a grouse she keeps on a leash
And with startling truth she melted

And reaching out I grabbed flakes of ice
And I felt something again

If I could take an eye dropper
And drop into her eyes
The transformations of time tables
Into solar panels
A reworking of ideas into
A pure clarity of heart
So that seekers far and afield
Would turn towards her
Like a pot of gold
Exposed by a solar flare

If I could drop into her eyes
An ocean complete and without storm
Of lime and lemon water
And broken waterfalls repaired
By an angelic workforce
And in response I could
Become a little more alive