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.
