On any mountain do we see 
the wind of distant dreams 
my heart it sails to many drums 
yet mocking the finer seams 

I cannot find my hopes still in 
or tame the fiery song 
for in the night my conscious screams 
for the stars of deep and long 

by many a cradle our hearts should rest 
do bare the shivers more 
and hope in all our secret losts 
they'll die far from our lonely door 

Does many a man still find his way 
to the tempered anxious soul 
for any smile could take its leave 
or shimmer on the hidden shoals 

But for our sakes do find that shine 
where often the glare does grow. 
for dry and parched are lonely hearts 
that forsake what truths they know 

In dark's still candle do we sing 
to be of some small symbol 
for through all mists of rains and dreams 
the heart's steel strings will tremble. 
 
 
Rainbough Bouchard 
copyright 1998