In the crook, in the valley Find me lost within your bliss With contented countenance And satisfactory feeling of infinite rest Found on me Find me none the less impressed Regardless of height or extent For I am lost in bliss and blissfulness In you
When one man says "All the little things" He is looking into the eyes of her In love and drunk on summers wine Before the winters fall As if the endless summers were yet alive on this earth
When in reality "All of the little things" We do, and say, and act to be Are but seasons we have aligned with time Are but dusty feelings Stirring occasionally in a field full of tempered streams
A love has to die For another to be born One heart has to break To heal another one There’s no such thing As pure There’s beauty in the odium There’s odium in the beauty Where resilience ain’t a cure But a fundamental duty - a flower has to wither to make space for others to bloom
The moments in my life when I’ve been the happiest are the times when I’ve seen the beauty of every sunset, I’ve danced in the rain, and when I’ve watched the flowers bloom