Dusk settles in , the Oak wood underneath our feet shivers
Soaked in rain over and over , but we don't replace it
We tread on it , together
We travel places in our little cottage , hand in hand
like the fine lines of your wrist that I remember on instinct
The evening sun sets in , yet our day has just begun .

Moonlight seeps through the holes in our doorway and you find what you were looking for all your life
You feel it , under the soles of the shoes I made for you
In the grains of rice we sowed together
In the soft patterns of our breaths , during the early hours of dawn
Aim high they say , but we only aim farther and farther into ourselves
Until we find another galaxy , a place bed-time stories spoke about
then we leave , into nothing
And beyond that nothing , the sun rises again , and we part ways again
only to find ourselves and travel into nothing , yet again .

And life goes on