Nothing that is in this world

All the sights and lovely words

All the sounds and metaphors

The highways and the open doors

The sky and sea, the trees and hills

The things that take and things that kill

The things that give and heal and fill

They never have been and never will

Be enough to tell you how I feel.

When I see it reflected in your eyes -

Outside of all of space and time

Beyond all verse, beyond all rhyme

That man could ever try to write

Though God gave him a thousand lives

When your eyes repeat it line by line

It's then my eyes regain their sight

It's then that they receive their light

It's then I know it's real.