Today, the wind came
to peal my petals back again...

You know,
in your eyes...

There they are, Mary and Chris: dancing, smiling...
On this Snow-White's Christmas day, puffing...

I wonder why your tears still encircle
the world like a song unsung...

The wind blows by me,
The breeze dances and churns...

In this long forgotten sanctuary,
Wherever it may be...

I wonder
if you can fly me...

We saw the long, broad strokes of sunlight
woven into melodies...

A seed that seeped into the heart, it creeped:
with its silent crawl, with its branches small...

I once held onto your heart,
not realising...

The road blurred in the storm
when we drove home last December...

The world always opens and closes you
like a well-prepared sentence...