I think this time its forever
When April finally looks like Spring...

Thoughts of longing spread;
Like spilt water in the sand...

Things are changing slowly
In a way that is unseemly...

Tomorrow might be better
But then it might be worse...

Now that the white lotus has sprung,
And the song has been sung...

Babe, its not easy loving you
Especially when you don't love yourself...

Who can say when it will be time
To put down your things...

Whenever the small remnants
Built by ash remaining...

I can't believe it--
You hold my hand...

Don't cry for time's passing
Or the unchanging ways of fate...

Its cute:
The way you talk...

Im glad about returning to us;
And to knowing our voyage isnt over...