boy in my soul

there's a boy in my soul
counting flowers in the evening,
birds are singing in the heather,
the sun is watching from his tower

there's a boy in my soul
and he's staring at his lifeline,
tracing circles between his fingers,
spinning stories in the houses

there's a boy in my soul
growing tall like a steeple,
stretching up toward the showers
that are falling on the people

and he's sitting,
and he's standing,
behind long grass he's always laughing,
and his eyes, they are looking
at the shapes my love is making

as he wanders to the edge
of the moment he is keeping.

boy in my soul,
in the temple,
stars are weeping...