Two pine trees in the snow
On the bank of a shimmering pool
Are forever photographed in my memory,
In the space within my skull
And as I recall, I draw them out
Not in reality
But to a place where you and me
Can find and fall to desperate love
To where kings and lovers go.
And beneath the arms of evergreen,
In our land of glass and snow,
We'll plant two seeds of memory
And forever they will grow
Till the day they brush the clouds above
And sweep them to the side
Forthwith will shine the brightest light-
Illuminate what once was night
And before it's hidden once again
Behind that glowing white
Our light will show to those who ask
Just how high two trees can grow.