Window
©2003 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing.
My love is a window
That looks from air to air,
My love is deep as August,
Tender as despair.
A throng of birds above us,
A belly full of dreams,
The moment where a magic trick's
Exactly what it seems.
Still within the whirlwind,
Infinity's embraced;
Whatever you expected
Is swept up and erased.
She is resting where the waters
Flow separately to one;
I'll find her where the fire
Goes out to meet the sun.