All New York city’s broken hearts
and secrets would be mine.
I’d put you on a movie reel
and that would be just fine.
Starry Skies
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
