Baby, here...

                                   as the sun falls
From heaven to heart to hand to bed
Of sky


One day you will no longer be calmed
By the breast pressed against your lips
Nor the landscape before your eyes
May you stand straight against the winding wind
And embrace the raging river
With the same tenderness these arms offered
Every evening where the sky meets the shore
We'll ready our beds and sway to the rhythm of all things
Where the orange and yellow lands blanket each other
From golden to violet to cheek to pillow


Forever Together