To Be Born Again
To be born again for your sake;
Blowing the past away on fluttering clouds;
Letting the future ride on flowing winds;
Fearlessly, unceasingly, patiently.
To be born again in your arms;
To be born again for my sake;
Once again to be born in a golden egg;
Once again to be able to fly with silver wings;
Unhurriedly, tenaciously, intimately.
To be born again in your arms;
To be born again for your sake;
To turn the bliss of our meeting into a gentle light;
And the parting that's sure to come into smothering rain;
Like the little indigo flower that blooms in delicate shade.
To be born again in your arms;
Your taking my hand and my not shaking it off;
Our two paths merging to become one as blending minds;
To be born again for my sake.
To be born again in your arms;
Not averting your eyes, not letting go;
Embracing all the fortitude of will and the frailty of prayers;
To be born again in your arms.
To be born again for my sake;
When my not minding the loneliness
Was only the ignorance of my bliss with you.
When my pain of loneliness
Was but my learning to fear of losing you.
So then, I will be born again in your arms.
To be born again for my sake;
As old shells crumble off and newborn tears fall on a cheek;
With your embrace, open my ethereal wings;
To be born again for you alone;
To be born again in your arms;
Letting me forget with your voice and your touch;
Breaking off the chains that bind my heart and feet;
To be born again in your arms;
To be born again for your sake;
An ember that just caught should not be put out or misplaced;
My thoughts just born should not be dissipated or broken apart;
In this cradle you guard over;
To start again from scratch.
To be born again for your sake;
To be born again in your arms.
- Clovers
