From Where You Are...

From where you are
from where you are
from where you stand

Is the grass green?

Do you run your hands against it?

Can you feel the pollen tickling
your
face?

Does the sun embrace you?

Do you fall asleep in its warm
embrace
do you touch him
the sun
do you hide under the
floating clouds?

One
after another
marching along
like ants in a feild

When you dream
is it with them
do you walk among them?

One
after another
like stepping stones
in a pond

Well
I can't see
where you are
it is cold here
it is dark here
it is nothing here
it is
      lonely
here

But
one day
I will see you
and I
I
will touch you
and
one day

I will be able to see
I will be able to feed myself
and not bite my fingers
and not
be fed by others

One day
I will shine so bright
that even the deaf
will be able to see me

So
from where you
are
from where you are
from where
you are.