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 clere one and words came easy to me.

I could say I was writing a song about you and me.

Maybe that verse is yet tobe 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