When I saw you lost and sad
about things...

When I saw you
in that place so far from pain...

It came,
hushed and shy...

Sometimes, snowflakes fall
like memories...

In the sun, the shining sun,
you in your glittering fun...

Sometimes
I still cup my hands over my ears...

Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint...

when you leaned on me
like the wind on the world...

Today, the cold shine of winter
is as radiant as the silver shine of the moon...

Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...

So here we hang
on the wishing tree...

I tried
to paint the sun and realised...