You've got some golden in your heart
You are a coral-ringed atoll
You are a garden set apart
You've got some golden in your soul.

You've got a river down your spine
You are a solemn-spired church
You are wreathed with clinging vine
You've got a river that I search.

You are the shine, you are the shrine
You are the twine between would-bes
You are the lover I assign
My fumbling ambiguities.