who among us dreams of god

Who among us dreams of God If the night has a thousand eyes Which one sees any of us Dream of anything but love Like a statue in the hall A marble figure you can almost see breathe She stares at me with closed eyes Like a statue in the hall Ancient poems etched in stone I haven't seen you since that day I got dressed Deeply flawed, but still we all Have old memories carved in stone Morning sunrise, trembling dawn On an ocean cliff, immeasurably vast Tiny beetle on my shoulder blade Won't you sing a lovely song You were snake eyes, but you smiled She was blue skies and lightly broken wings You had to be you, had to be free I'm for blue skies, every time Well I know she walked this road And well I know you have wandered these paths Gingerly, I trace her good old trail Not to touch the earth you stepped