Where the pasture meets the woodland
and the current meets the past—
that is where I will meet you.
By the light of the day, I will greet
you and be near you.
When evening falls, and the field glows
burgundy, I will come nearer to you still.
And in the night-time, when the sky
is a well of inky black pinpricked with
diamonds, I will be so near that
we will be one altogether.
We will languish in the woods, forge
friendships with the trees.
When the trees tire of us, we will go
befriend the tall grass.
Such are the inhabitants of this place—
this place where the pasture meets the
woodland.
And you and I, my dear companion,
will slip into their ordinary,
while remaining wholly in our own
very extraordinary.