Smouldering fields,
Raised Abodes...

Falling falling falling,
like a stone into a stream...

Your every rose in a rose garden,
Your every blade in a field of love...

Although we did not
See each other...

Sitting in silence,
The deafening kind...

A broken rock,
It does not moan...

Will you be there to hold my hand?
through all that comes our way...

Coming up close right outside your window,
the rest of the world is asleep...

The sands of time,
They find us all...

In my mind I see you
running all around...

What is life
If not to live...

Betwixt the dark
And light of dawn...