I had a vision yesterday
watching the sunlit leaves against the shade
they all moved in a hundred different ways
like kindergarten children when they play

     it's more complex than we all conceive
     but just as simple as a child believe

I had a dream in seven different scenes
I was flying without the benefit of wings
through powerlines and the city spires
down to Hart's bridge like a harp of fire

     it's more complex . . .

I saw eternity on my dad's own face
he's lost his memory but not his grace
those dimmer layers we all lose
so the brighter light can shines through

     it's more complex . . .