you were looking away from me, western skies calling you.
colors spilling, running dazzling you.
i was looking the other way, voices call from the east,
i saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet.
it could be i'm searching for a place so small
with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve.
but how can we wait?
i wouldn't hold you back.
suppose i was the clever one and words came easy to me.
i could say i was writing a song about you and me.
maybe that verse is yet to be found, but waits inside of me,
a secret room a tangled web to unweave.
but how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on,
still you know it's not too late.
