Unseasonable Change
The stars and the moon shine together, holding hands as I walk underneath this canopy of trees. From your house to my house isn’t very far but it’s too far for me. I just brushed past a bluebell wood who’s sprouts, while late in the year, were just blooming. How could I stand to look at you and know that I was to be leaving?
The moonlight and star light will guide me to my door and I’ll compare your loamy soil, your verdant patch, your perfect lawn, to my untilled plot. How can I walk alone outside and know that you lie alone inside?
There’s many ways to say “I love you” this pilgrimage, from my door to your door, I hope is one.
The stars and the moon shine together, holding hands as I walk underneath this canopy of trees. From your house to my house isn’t very far but it’s too far for me. I just brushed past a bluebell wood who’s sprouts, while late in the year, were just blooming. How could I stand to look at you and know that I was to be leaving?
The moonlight and star light will guide me to my door and I’ll compare your loamy soil, your verdant patch, your perfect lawn, to my untilled plot. How can I walk alone outside and know that you lie alone inside?
There’s many ways to say “I love you” this pilgrimage, from my door to your door, I hope is one.