If we had nothing to prove but love

We might sit on the Santa Lucia Mountains

On the coast of California

Breathing in the rolling, dome shaped mountains

And wildflowers blooming

As you watch sea otters rafting in kelp beds through my eyes

And the waves of the pacific batter the rocks

But as we restrain ourselves in the name of perfection

We find ourselves

Chained to and starring into the wall of a cave

Our wretched minds contort

Our imagery of grass is greener

Our betrays and lies in the holy name of All we ever wanted was everything

Did we but travel through

The long and uncomfortable road

To nothing to prove but love

Where you would see me

Even when I don’t project

The last woman you were in love with

Where you would see me

Even when I don’t project

The next woman you think you’ll love

Where you would see me

For whom I am

The sea otter rafting in the kelp beds

The pacific wave battering the rocks

The wildflower blooming on the side of the road

Then we could say in our hearts

We will ascend to heaven

We will sit on the Mountain of Assembly

In the recesses of the north

And we fear not the crooked teeth of the drunken dancer

Or the wrinkles in the fragile face of ageing

Nor do we fear the hysteria of a moment

Because now we learned to laugh at ourselves

Now we free felled through the hole of our fears

And now we have nothing to prove but love

El sur grande