Late in the evening I think upon,
You and I on the tree and the stone.
My love for you is natural,
self evident like the tree and the stone,
Self assured, freedom of form.
Why would we ever second guess,
when we both say the first mind is best,
Steadily we become,
So let it run, let it run.
And how many times must we be stunned,
Every star is a rising sun.
I'll be leading on,
you be leading on.
Stuck with the forces,
and spin with the moon.
Pull in the tides,
and you back to me soon.