Don't turn from me because of what you see
Shall I release the doves for you?
They're in my pockets with the rabbits
Believe in the existing but unseen

My shoulder is a wild lilac tree
Can you afford to pass up love's canteen?
Take a swig against the dryness of the soul
And I'll release the doves and you will see

Jump out of your self. Jump to me.
I'll do it with you—one, two, three—
Let's drop these veils together
Don't turn away because of what you see