Sitting in a clearing
lighted, free from pain...

You'll leave us with questions,
we wish we could ask...

What is a seed? If not a flower.
What is a flower? Had it been not a seed...

I'm a suspended, fateless story,
tainting threads for you to savor...

She sees his beauty,
She sees his grace...

I love how I can tell
Just by the weight of your sigh...

More empty space, it's his job to fill,
The untrodden grounds, that's caused my joy to...