What light will I have for you?
We in the soft light of morning
I serving you a morning meal on the back garden of life
You in the sun me the shade, earning your trust
Food is trust
I bring to you dead sun only the shadow anticipates my lost
Time is all things a dream, a now and a loss
The sun in my garden she is now a dream
The garden of time
I bring to you my shadow the winter
In me is the earning of all things
In you is the now of loss
You bring me a plate of shadows that I eat
I grow to be the snow
The spring brings back this phantom
The dark you bring me
To earn the dusk in all things
I have grown
