I will meet you where dew drops wet the lips of leaves,

Where clouds caress the moon,

Where rain drops fill the cracks in scarred rocks, 

Where tress hold hands beneath the ground 

I will meet you in places 

Where unconventional, unglorified lovers entwine, 

Beneath the surface, cloistered and dark 

Within the crevices of universe 

And in undiscovered galaxies 

Where our stories are sung by lost stars