Just like every other morning, just like every other night
I stood in our meadow and held out a hopeful hand
I pulled the blushing air into my lungs
Letting it leave as a wilder thing; part prayer, part cry, part promise
Our old oak tree caught my message to you in her great golden arms
Graciously scattering its starlight across the skies
As I fell back into the flowers to wait and to wonder
I watched that glittering galaxy become a sweet snow
All of my stories melted back into my skin, until all at once,
At the twining touch of evergreen eyes beside me, a new one began
Now and always and evermore,
Just like every other morning, just like every other night
We wrap ourselves into a tangle of truth
It’s a wilder thing, that knot;
Part prayer, part cry,
Part promise -
To never let you go.