FOR YOU
THE BIRDS AHAVE FLOWN AWAY,
PURPLE CLOUDS AND GOLDEN LIGHTS,
THE TRACKS OF RED,
I WATCH THE FADING TWILIGHT,
STARS SEEK ACROSS THE EMPTY SKY,
AND WE SIT HERE, LOOKING AT EACH OTHER,
MY LISTENER AND I.
TWILIGHT DIES, MIDNIGHT BLOOMS
HIGH ABOVE US, LIGHTNING SKITTERS AND COWERS IN THE CLOUDS,
AFRAID OF THE WILD WORLD OF MADNESS DOWN,
AFRAID TO KISS THE EARTH AND TO BE CAUGHT IN ITS ENDLESS BOUNDS.
DID YOU KNOW, LISTENER, YOU SAT HERE FOR ONE HUNDRED YEARS?
AND I WANDERED IN WHAT I THOUGHT WAS EVERYWHERE,
SEARCHING BENEATH THE ROADLESS SKY,
HOPING MY FEET REMEMBERES THE WAY TO YOU, DEAR.
YOU TUGGED ME BACK FROM A CITY WITHOUT SEASONS
LIKE THE WIND, LIKE THE TIDE
LIKE YOUR EVERLONGING HIDDEN HEART
LIKE OUR EVERLASTING JOY WITHOUT REASON
THIS LAKE BENEATH THE MOUNTAINS,
IS A THOUSAND FEET DEEP
BUT NOT AS MUCH AS MY PARTING LOVE FOR THEE.