THE POSSIBILITY WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. just to think of it-- or just the thought of thoughts of it-- makes an ocean 'tween the ticks of time. waves rush over me. I close my eyes to sense the rise and fall. when I open them again, the sun smiles down on me and makes my limbs glisten with beads of gold. CHORUS A: thus I behold: the possibility, the possibility, the possibility of you and me. II. wherefore fall the rain? wherefore scream the endless wind? is it not the climate in my soul when seeing where it needs and has to be but cannot ever go? yes, it seems that way at times. but mostly I pretend the rain is that ocean where dreams unfold. CHORUS B: thus I behold: the possibility, the possibility, the possibility, the possibility, the possibility, the possibility, the possibility of you and me. © Copyright 1979 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.