Someone is standing in the sun
glistening like a chosen one
turning his eyes
on your disguises
and games
calling your name
Steeling yourself against his pride
breathless, you watch him as you hide
is he a dream
tearing himself
from the stream
flowing inside
And you wish you'd never come
praying that you're not the one
but his eyes know
what your eyes show
then, as you look you find him gone
Trembling and stumbling as you rise
glancing around you in surprise
where's your disguise
where is your mask
and your lies
burned by his eyes
Robbed of your tricks and games you stand
weighing a pebble in your hand
small, smooth and light
and, as you toss it
in flight
joy rushes in
Dancing naked in the sand
fading mirror in your hand
fresh and clever
never ever
missing your lost overcoat
