This is a love song,
I am high in the deep blue,
Flying over oceans,
Following a glistening brilliantine rugged coastline.
I spread my arms wide
Across forests that stretch north and vast
Older, wilder, darker than dreams.
Bright lights of cities
Here and there
Along an artery of tar and concrete.
I follow an old car,
A young couple roaring along gravel roads,
Red-orange trees afire in the sun,
They pass over train tracks
Heading back to the skyscrapers
And I veer away then
Towards the fields up north
Across lakes and rivers
That glint in the midday sun.
Beyond, the wise natural abandon returns once more.
Long tawny grasses sway below
The openness freeing my soul
To dance along in the breeze
Unencumbered and pure.
Mountains begin as hills,
Rising in the distance
From the long, golden floor of the prairies
Swooping up slowly,
Up to the sky,
Coated with a carpet of evergreens
High, high, higher the mountains grow
Until their snowy whiteness spears the clouds,
Mist rolling over their tops,
And I tumble down the other side,
Rolling along river rapids and out to
The next shining sea.
But before I am done,
I have one more place to go.
And up I soar again,
Following the stars
And the shimmering mirage of lights in the sky
A river, a shiver, a curtain of colour
Across the wild tundra below.
Stretching, reaching out, I touch the edge
Of a frozen sea
And come to rest in the snow.