Fable

You can look in the forest
for a secret field
for a golden arrow
for a prince to appear
for a fable of love that will last forever

You can look in the ruins
for a wishing well
for a magic apple
for a charioteer
for a fable of love
that will carry you
to a moon on a hill
to a hidden stream
a lagoon
and a red horizon stream
silhouette
sail away from time
forever

To a valley beyond
the setting sun
where Irish waters shine
and Arabian horses run

Where there is a love who looks for you

But
while you look
you are changing
denying.
You're a well of wishes
you're a fallen apple

And I can't bear it - No!

Love's a fake.
Love's a fable.
Just a painting
on a European ceiling.
Just a children's fairy tale.

And still you want to look
and look and look and look
and look:
for those dark eyes on a bridge
in the pouring rain
Not just his 'dark' eyes
but the part you can't explain
For the arms you can fall into forever
For the joy that you thought
you'd never know
For here, at last, away you go
to a man who looks for you

And if you find
in the world
in this great, troubled world
that someone sees
that someone knows you:
then, Love!
Love, if you can, my darling.
Love, if you can and let yourselfbe loved!

May it last forever...