©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.