you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.