The Finding of the Feather

I am the candle in your kitchen
I am the rain upon your face
I am the very best of reasons
For any man to fall from grace
I am your maybe-just-one-slow-dance
I am the rhythm in your hips
I am the laughter in the darkness
I am the finger to your lips
And I am here though you won’t see me
You won’t feel me, you won’t hear me
But I’m everywhere, everywhere you are
I’m in the shifting of the weather
And the finding of the feather
And I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
Everywhere you are
I’ll breathe you in while you lie sleeping
I’ll breathe you in
I’ll fight beside you when you dream
While you’re dreaming
I am the chalice at the wellhead
That gives water clean
That brings you water from the stream
For your drinking glass
I am the hearth that holds your fire
Here in this fire
I am the song that bids you sing
Sing for me, love
And on the chessboard of desire
In this desire
I am the Queen that mates the King
And I am here though you won’t see me
You won’t feel me, you won’t hear me
But I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
I’m in the shifting of the weather
And the finding of the feather
And I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
I am the keeper of the garden
Where the sweet honeysuckle grows
I am the rowan at your gate
I am the scent within the rose
And I am here though you won’t see me
You won’t feel me, you won’t hear me
But I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
I’m in the shifting of the weather
And the finding of the feather
And I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
I am the answer with no question
I am the glorious embrace
I am the candle in your kitchen
I am the rain upon your face
I am the candle in your kitchen
I am the rain, I am the rain, I am the rain upon —
I am the rain upon your face