You Point to the Sky - Bruce Cockburn

    You point to the sky
    the sky
    is reflected in your eyes
    and i
    want to fly
         on a carpet of brown leaves
         we retrace the steps of change
         construct a tapestry of what will come

    You point to the sea
    i see
    what seems to be so free
    bound by
    empty sky
         on a tower of gray earth
         far above the spray-struck stone
         we climb toward the melting point of time

              *    *    *

         here we tumble down the path
         comic beggars trading laughs
         for scraps from the tables of the wise

    (toronto -- november 18, 1970)


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