The girl by the window in the empty room,

Tired eyes and a searching gaze—

Cathedral and clouds, mountains and moon—

The view invites a waiting mind to roam

Ahead to a time when thoughts

Aren’t thought alone, when arms are

For more than bending to the warp and weft

Of life lived alone, of life she’s always known,

But dreaming ahead on a quiet night

Only opens a heart to the pain of

What isn’t yet true, of time and time and time without you,

Of time and time and time. Without you.

What will we be to each other, my love?