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.