Mirrors are showing the day's last glow  (3x)
as we're spit out into the jigsaw flow.

Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
star are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light.

Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms
that shine like signs on the road to heaven...

          *    *    *

I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
and cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God.

So i carry these scars, precious and rare,
and tonight i feel like i'm made of air...

(Calgary-Medicine Hat  27/8/78)