Dear memories,
have you come to me...

The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...

What is it coming, dear?
What does it say...

When you stare in wait
As the rain falls away...

Who are you? Really, who are you?
How is it that I am bound to your presence...

There was a time when neighbours spoke,
with smiles and fun and laughs and jokes...

I know this place well by day,
but the waves speak a different tongue by night...

There once was a name on a leaf whose branch
grew further than the reach of the sun...

I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...

In a late night thunder storm,
I heard the wind kiss the rain...

Have you heard what they say?
“'Neath the old woman lay...

WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...