There is a time of every day   Between caffeine and daydreams   When all I see is loveliness   When all I feel is loveliness   I grasp it candidly      For one moment it's real   And I know it's fleeting   For one moment it's real   And I know it's fading      Apathy, a silent thief   Seizes thoughts and leaves me   Feeling tragic hopelessness   Overwhelming hopelessness   A callous entity      Then one moment returns   And it lingers briefly   But this moment feels so real   It's penetrating   The malaise of life is threatened by what could be      (From Stanley Kunitz Poem "Touch Me")   And like a child again   Marveled to hear so clear   And brave a music pour   From such a small machine.   What makes the engine go?   Desire, desire, desire.      When all I see is loveliness   When all I feel is loveliness   I grasp it candidly   For one moment it's real   And you think I'm naive   And I'm wondering my dear   Is that what you really believe?      Well I'm convinced   That one moment   Can cradle a lifetime   And I believe it all must be for loveliness   The loveliness...