| The sunny days of your youth, A hill the cities paved out before you, psychedelic To reach out and cup them, To let them flow through your fingers like water where. Your head in the grass next to mine, You look over me to the moving sun, I to the rising moon. And just then, We both to the heavens, And in the centre, The future cradled us, For our nights past, We forever have, The future To cross starry path. |