Up above a clutter of turtle doves dip further from my view of misting blue
Beneath that scene you turn to me speaking gently of all the things you saw on your way home
I'm leaving here today, so you won't hear it when I say "I love you",
I'll be living far away, so you won't hear it when I say "I miss you"
All is turned from gentleness to a mournful call to restlessness
In this weary light, My love
I don't know if I turn towards home I could let alone this truth I feel for you
Start over, start again, undo the grieving and begin