Tears will never be enough . . .
Broken me . . . broken you . . .
Dreaming about an unbroken world . . .
Imagine us wandering . . . mingling with those unbroken few . . .
Take what you want . . . leave the rest . . .
If it weren't for the stars . . . and all our cosmic dreams . . .
Where would we be . . . who could ever guess . . .
Where enchanted heaven begins . . .
Where would human being end . . .
Could we ever be forgiven our loveless sins . . .
I'm nothing but a shadow in the forest . . .
Nothing but a breath of sapient breeze . . . or so it seems . . .
But then who would ever truly care . . .
Don't search for me because you won't find me there . . .
I'm not really anything at all . . . just a figment . . .
Splendidly grafted with the perfumed air . . .
Just a faded pigment . . .  like a stigmatized umbra on a fractured wall . . .
Through the mystic wood . . . down to the enchanted pond . . .
In search of musing swans . . . and other fleeting joy . . .
That amphibious spellbound place . . .
Where ethereal mist lifts skyward through curling fragile fronds . . .
Rising electrified in the whistling air . . .  like the majesty of trumpeting swans . . .
Mystifying every eclectic part . . . perhaps coy happiness in kind . . .
Burning in every beating heart . . . meeting every yearning soul . . .
Of each starry-eyed girl . . .
Of every dreaming boy . . .
Mesmerized perhaps we find . . . waking along that accomplished line . . .
Perhaps in fateful time . . . a measure of divinity and perfection . . .
Curiously wading that miraculous unbroken shoal . . .