Guide me there.
Guide me where hearts hear, and where your spirit kisses
the horizon of our Creators masterpiece.
Be in that place in you, and watch as the warm breeze from your soul I follow, guides me to that place, in me.
Together, each in our own places, we stand joined in the harmony of the horizon, once thought before us; now, is us. Breath your gentle songs down the narrow passage of the mountains, where in soft whistles my heart will
hear the secrets in the notes which ride upon the scale of your soul.
I will sing them back to you in harmony, and you will listen with your heart to your own song being sung throughout the horizon as you guide me,...
to where in that one place you are me, and I am you.
Where no horizon stands before, or between us.