Before

You shone better        before

The last
        Time we walked through
  the valley

                wandering wandered

And the light
        (the light)

Call it luck    Your back facing -
        (Don't
                Hold on
                        So tight)

Call it luck


                -


        Time    (ticks)
As      Time    (knows)

        Or are the blades of grass

                (wind from the _)

Keeper of things        As they are
                :
        want to be

Little
        Walks
                Of Will


Keeper of things


                -


Call it luck    (facing me now)

In god's image  (spotlight on self)

The last time  (walking through)


                -


        So little warmth

In this light          (memory)

  So little    warmth