I heard you cry at night, it came with the wind,
Your soft tears, your sweet call, calling me in the silence,
Down along by the hollow deep, within the empty creep,
What are you doing there, darling? Are you lost?
Come back into the light, come into the one days,
The moon glows in the yellow road, guiding you home,
As the second sun comes up through the empty day,
Past all the broken glass that we once shattered,
Through all the ordinary creeks, back into the wonder,
Softness and stillness, love and bliss, still exists here,
On the white space of the magic that never fades,
In the glowing paths of all our revolving dreams.