Let it be blue

There is a country made of almost

Where no one ever arrives

The sea folds up its silver animals

And hides them in the sky

You stand there in a weather of roses

I stand where the mirrors end

Between us the blue door trembles

But never learns to bend

What never can happen

Will not happen

Though the heart invents a shore

What never can happen

Will not happen

And still we ask for more

O love, impossible orchard

O bird that sings inside the snow

We name the light that cannot reach us

And call it ours before we go

The moon prepares its empty banquet

The plates are bright with rain

A chair is waiting for your shadow

A chair is waiting in vain

The wind wears your invisible body

The trees repeat your name

But sound is only sound, beloved

And flame is only flame

What never can happen

Will not happen

Though desire builds a door

What never can happen

Will not happen

The sea returns no shore

O love, impossible orchard

O hand beyond the glass

We are the music of a moment

That was not allowed to pass

Perhaps in another order

The rose would open black

The river would climb the mountain

The dead would wander back

Perhaps the sun would turn its face

And pardon what we knew

Perhaps the world would be less world

And I would come to you

But what never can happen

Will not happen

Even dressed in gold

What never can happen

Will not happen

Even when the stars grow old

O love, impossible orchard

O kingdom without a king

The heart is not a prophet

But still it hears you sing

So let the blue door remain blue

Let the silence keep its crown

Let the impossible bird fly upward

And never once come down

I loved you in the only country

Where love like this can live

Not in the world that answers

But in the world that cannot give