It's you, the one the night calls friend,
You, the girl with faceless dreams.
Perch yourself beside the moon
And you will see the girl I see.
Who can wake you as a rose
Nodding kindly with the wind?
The trees will find their fingertips
Before you bare your breast to them.
My fingers beat upon the table
Against the grains of time and space.
I watch you dancing in the minefields
And pray one day you'll find this place.