...One day I'll be back again by your side.
I'll meet you at the end of the coffee cup
Or in the warped view of a glass of wine,
At the bottom of a molten candle,
Or in the reflections of a kaleidoscopic butterfly.
I'll meet you in the wildest shade of green
Or in the naked morning sky,
In the shadow of a crescent moon
Or in the echo of the lonely swallow's cry.
I meet you at night when I dream that...