Little Seahorse - Bruce Cockburn

Little seahorse

Swimming in a primal sea

Heartbeat like a

Leaf quaking in the breeze

I feel magic as coyote

In the middle of the moon-wild night

In the forge-fire time

Your mother glowed so bright

You were like a

Voice calling in the night

And I’m watching the curtain

Rising on a whole new set of dreams

The world is waiting

Like a Lake Superior gale

A locomotive

Racing along the rail

It’ll sweep you away

But you know that you’re never alone

Little seahorse

Floating on a primal tide

Quickening like a

Spark in a haystack side

I already love you

And I don’t even know who you are