If I could see your heart smile once again Colors would return to my life in pen Sanction my karma as patina to the Golden Hen And join nature’s orchestra as its fife in the fen I would see the stars much more grandiose And demand the sweetest flowers go unpicked I would not let my hubris get in the way To an end that only tragic flaws can predict We would clasp the enchantment surrounding us, never wishing the world away Saying little but talking a lot A higher authority presenting the dharmic way As two sweet peas in the glen Never let life take on the flavor of cayenne Or become the voice of the herdsmen Let that smile stay Never a fib I will say - and enjoy peace once again