TELL ME

TELL ME—

HOW TALL

MUST MY SOUL BECOME

BEFORE IT CAN

TOUCH THE SKY

WHERE YOUR LOVE LIVES?

EACH MORNING,

I LIFT THE SUN

INTO THE WAITING CLOUDS

AND WHISPER,

WITH ALL MY HEART,

GOOD MORNING.

EACH NIGHT,

INSTEAD OF THE MOON,

I KEEP WATCH

ABOVE YOUR SKY,

AND SOFTLY BREATHE,

GOOD NIGHT.