Below. I float forth,
Aimlessly through the dark.
Night is a cloak, night is indifferent,
But you hide during the day.

Where in the lights do I find you?
Up there you appear but not quite,
As tonight you and I are the same—
So where do I find your light?
Up above the world so high,
I wonder if you see me.
Regardless I gaze and stare and sigh—
I'm found because I see you.

Above. You fly above.
Starling, darling, I'm beckoning:
Sit down or I'll never reach you.
Dearest doe, I'm beckoning:
Walk down or I'll never teach you just how lovely all can be.
My past, your past,
Our past we're past, and now our story is free.
So descend from the hill,
And follow my eyes into your mind,
And believe you are as I see you.

Below. We flow on, bound:
Past these trees, and all these leaves,
And this here storm, and all this snow,
And these here fields, and all these flowers,
And this here sky, and here the sun—
As all have seen before—
And this time we'll make the days our own.

Apart. We drift down.
Our forest split in two anew
Into a new sky.
Below. We're forced forth.
Past breathing woods.
Falling leaves.
Falling snow.
Flying flowers.
A floating sun.
As we've seen all before—
But this time we'll make the days on our own.

I can't see you,
And I can't save you.
But in passing we feel the seasons change;
The spirits flutter and I feel your light.
I see you somewhere
In the forest we made,
And it's enough to know you're there.