You are the blood flowing through my fingersnAll through the soil and up in those treesnnYou are electricity and you're lightnYou are sound itself and you are flightnnYou are the blood flowing through my fingersnAll through the soil and up in those treesnYou are electricity and you're lightnYou are sound itself and you are flightnYou are the blood flowing through my fingersnAll through the soil and up in those treesnYou are the bood flowing through my fingersnnYou are the blood that I may see you nThat I may see younYou are the blood in mennYou are the earth on which I travel nOn which I travelnYou are the earth under my feetnThat I may travel nThat I may travel with younYou are the earth on which I write the circumstancesnYou say what you want from menYou are the solitude that goes against me nThat goes against menYou are the quiet in which I dream nIn which I sleep, in which I wander