We'll meet landscapes golden,
Gently folding round,
Halving,
Hiding lifetimes.
Draw the wheat around.
Sing me to sleep...

Sunlight,
Through green and blue,
Haloed round you.
"Here, the divine."

Whisper into fire
Gently,
Burning sound -
Silence.
All the words jealous under my tongue,
Craving sleep.

Drifting
Through green and blue,
I find you.
"Here, the divine."