Where the river runs blackI take the schoolbooks from your packPlastics, wire and your kissThe breath of eternity on your lipsIn the crowded marketplaceI drift from face to faceI hold my breath and close my eyesI hold my breath and close my eyesAnd I wait for paradiseAnd I wait for paradiseThe Virginia hills have gone to brownAnother day another sun going downI visit you in another dreamI visit you in another dreamI reach and feel your hairYour smell lingers in the airI brush your cheek with my fingertipsI taste the void upon your lipsAnd I wait for paradiseAnd I wait for paradiseI search for you on the other sideWhere the river runs clean and wideUp to my heart the waters riseUp to my heart the waters riseI sink 'neath the water cool and clearDrifting down, I disappearI see you on the other sideI search for the peace in your eyesBut they're as empty as paradiseThey're as empty as paradiseI break above the wavesI feel the sun upon my face
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Bertrand Russel