On the winter of my page
Drew the lines to re-create
Constellations of an age
Impossible blue over where we lay
In the evening's melting glow
Through the woods we used to know
Traced a path now overgrown
Impossible blue mirrored far below
Where I am waiting
Through the static
For a signal to receive
A language I could speak
And for a moment
I am weightless
Floating underneath
In the light of morning's wreath
Begins the seasons cold retreat
In the water now released
Impossible blue flowing underneath
Where I am waiting
Through the static
For a signal to receive
A language I could speak
And for a moment
I am weightless
Floating underneath
