A tired wood surrounds the town I live in
and
if I could,
I'd wander for a while where the giants stood,
in the shade of their descendants,
small, if you recall how trees used to be,
yet their abundance hides you from me.
And the moon turned shy.
Between the places here and there you're waiting,
so am I.
If it should happen that we come across each other,
laugh away our worries and our scars,
the canopy above us would surrender,
and we could stay the night beneath the stars.