if i could set loose everything
If I knew the right combination of every fact and figure in my head,
I'd mix them with every thought and make you satin for your bed.
I'd make satin paint and paint you in a satin picture.
It'd all be pure satin, if I knew the right mixture.
If I could turn everything inside my head into a satin fountain,
We'd walk in a satin stream flowing over a satin mountain.
We'd swim in satin water, glide in satin air,
Float on satin clouds and never arrive anywhere.
Then would you slide down on that satin and forget to think upon it?
Would you forget to hide your weariness and let the world sink beyond it?
Would you hold on to that satin and let go of all the rest?
Would you let fall the army of dissatisfaction which the wind of time has pressed?
If I could find the source of my fountainhead
And know its name and swim in its waters.
If I could understand its course through time in me
And if for only one instant stop the slaughter.
If I could dream without dreaming for one moment and touch that dream with you.
If I could put it all into satin and then hold it and be renewed.
If I could put it all into satin and then hold it and be renewed.