I was right here yesterday,
oh, and singing the same song!
though perhaps not tomorrow
when we say our so-longs

my skin's made of circles
your silent fingertips trace,
and my eyes are of the words
you weave into a beautiful place

when you leave,

            it revolves.
            I can see it.
            I feel them.

I'll miss you,

but the winds will rock me to sleep on a willow branch,
the sky will gaze into my eyes.
crow feathers I'll brush past my face,
water will sing inside the tides,
and I'll dream within your lullabies


there's a part of everyone
in everything else.
a part of everything
in everyone.......