A sparrow passing through this home,
Flitting with the wind round one eave then another
Could tell me no more about you
For you are my heaven.
And my love is leagues deeper
And devotion far greater
Than what these flint walls of life can fathom.
So do not yet submit to fear
We will crest above the waves of parting.
Mottled wings will lift us far from here.
And this end will birth beginnings.
Though you and I for now exist in separate lands
I know time is more twisted than even the fingers of our joined hands
And it is for this reason I say with utter conviction
We will meet, and shall have met, and are soon to meet again.