How do you hold a ray in the middle of a leaf?
Or a beginning ripple from itself?
How do you hold a river from burying deep
Stories for its banks to hear and tell.
How can you tell a young wind from a breeze
How long can you stir a twig that floats alone
How can you keep a colour in your mind
And not let it touch once upon your songs
How can you run, and run on till you can’t
And wait how long for the way to stop and turn
How can you keep me spreading my wings in you
And you still be you, when we have begun ?