Once again it is early morning,
the house quiet, and I sit
thinking of you.
How can this be,
this place in my soul,
tied to you through time, I think.
My heart rests in the briar patch by day,
and with the setting sun it wakes
surrounded by all the flowers
of the night.
Echoing the beat of your heart
I drift quietly to your side,
and only then does my soul
find peace.
