mist hangs above hills above mist hangs stone face of mountain above mountain face hangs a net of sky crack there are wings and they rip the net and the dance flows on everything flows toward the rim of that shining cup crossed sticks lie on earth between crossed stickspile of ash something rises on the wisp of smoke dog s feet move by fast and the dance flows on everything flows toward the rim of that shining cup through these channels words i want to touch you touch you deep down where you live not for power but because i love you so love the lord and in him love me too and in him go your way and i ll be right there with you leaving no footprints when we go no footprints when we go only where we ve been a faint and fading glow no footprints when we go no footprints when we go only where we ve been a faint and fading glow