The Patience Of A Kiss

If it isn't any trouble
Could I send a hundred kisses into orbit
And they'd hang around the body of the world
Just like the end-curls of your hair
Should I begin by giving one of them to you
Then maybe other folks will notice
The gentle way we touch could be
As heavy as the darkness that beholds us
And unfolds us now to be

What we might be
If there wasn't any reason
To be anything at all
Free in body and mind
Of sadness and time
To simply live as this
The patience of a kiss

If I moved a little closer
Would the rock around the border turn to ashes
And the light would then surround us like the
Silhouettes of daisies in the garden
If the universe is but a single hand
I bet its your hand that it's after
As it comes from out of nowhere and then
Blooms against the weather of my worry
And assures me now to be

What we might be
If there wasn't any reason
To be anything at all
Free in body and mind
Of sadness and time
To simply live as this
The patience of a kiss