Little Seahorse - Bruce Cockburn

    Little seahorse
    swimming in a primal sea
    heartbeat like a
    leaf quaking in the breeze
    i feel magic as Coyote
    in the middle of the moon-wild night.

    In the forge-fire time
    your mother glowed so bright
    you were like a
    voice calling in the night
    and i'm watching the curtain
    rising on a whole new set of dreams.

    The world is waiting
    like a Lake Superior gale
    a locomotive
    racing along the rail.
    It'll sweep you away
    but you know that you're never alone.

    Little seahorse
    floating on a primal tide
    quickening like a
    spark in a haystack side
    i already love you
    and i don't even know who you are.

    (Toronto  14/12/75)


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