How Much Happiness Can You Summon? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Can you be a burning rising sun?
Can you be a star in the darkness?
Can you be subpoenaed to be a witness?

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Can you fight, can you wrestle me on a bearskin
Oh and feel eternally young
Oh I must learn to bite my own, tongue

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Oh I'm in love with you
And I wouldn't paddle my canoe
Around you but instead, I'd impale you.

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Can you sing like flames-sap-hissing?
Can you be moonbeams reminiscing
Oh, the heat, oh, the heat, oh the heat,
Can you be a burning rising sun?

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Tell me it is as much as I can for you
Tell me you're the phoenix of my heart
The spark, the star to reignite my heart
Oh, I must learn to bite my own, tongue and again act dumb.

Oh, how much happiness can I summon from, within?
Are there enough ambiences in my singing?
For you to turn to me and be clinging
Because I think you're hot, I think you're scintillating...

Oh, how much happiness can you summon from, within?
Oh, how much happiness can I summon from, within?
Can you be a burning rising sun?
Can you be a star in the darkness?
Can you be subpoenaed to be my life-saving witness?