Little seahorse
   swimming in a primal sea
   heartbeat like a
   leaf quaking in the breeze
   i feel magic as Coyote
   in the middle of the moon-wild night.
  
   In the forge-fire time
   your mother glowed so bright
   you were like a
   voice calling in the night
   and i'm watching the curtain
   rising on a whole new set of dreams.
  
   The world is waiting
   like a Lake Superior gale
   a locomotive
   racing along the rail.
   It'll sweep you away
   but you know that you're never alone.
  
   Little seahorse
   floating on a primal tide
   quickening like a
   spark in a haystack side
   i already love you
   and i don't even know who you are