
I may see you as a star
Or the door left ajar
I may put you up high
On the pedestal of light
I may make you the wise one
There, when the rest are gone
I may see you as the fire
That will light up my pyre
I may see you as the breeze
That I can gently tease
In my mind you might roar
Or as the eagle you might soar
I might see you in the redwood
Or in everything that’s good
I may see you as the wine
Or the cup that holds mine
Or the hands that slowly pour
As I ask to keep no score
I may see you in perfection
Of the moon’s full reflection
But don’t let me tell you what I see
What I see is only me
Whereas you are so much more
Be you, be more