You don't scare me
And I don't scare you
Your heart pours warm gold down my throat
You are mirror
Then a burst of light
When two streams combine
We have struck gold in this dark mine
I am rich! I am happy!
I am rich! I am fed!
I have a bottomless carpet bag
Of things to give
Intangible and tangible
You have slowed time
Sped up this heart
Untied knots
Ironed worry
At ease, at peace!
You picked me ripe amid marigold and yew
You sure showed me
I am rich! I am happy!
I am rich! I am fed!