If I ever see you walking
I’ll not let you pass me by
For we are young and our song is unsung
And we’re halfway up to our sky.

Blue, it is, blue as sapphires,
And blue as the ocean’s tear;
But if as a mistake the gem should break,
You’ll still find me near.

To sit on the faces of angels,
To watch from some seraph’s knee,
To look on as all rise and fall
On the shores of some distant sea,

It is, then, the kiss of glamour,
The blatant touch of a god,
And if you should get all that’s writ
You should not find it odd.

You’ve always been the lovely one
Sun-kissed as you are,
And if by chance you’re in some foreign romance
You can let me dance with a star.

The wind comes now—do you feel it?
Promising changes for all:
But if in light gold I’m not sight to behold
You may follow the angels’ call.

If you dance in the shadows of gods,
You need not dance alone;
For if blood and spit and sweat permit,
They will learn what you’ve always known.

If you bathe in the joy of the goddess,
If you rejoice in the smile of the moon,
The rusted keys and stone-carved pleas
Will be regarded as nothing soon.

But if ever you want to forget, darling,
If your life is too kind to you here,
Always reply when asked by the sky
That you were born in fear.

If you ever get frightened
Or scared, as you well might
Then time I will race to reach your embrace
Through the long and friendless night.