• This will be my hymning song:
    "With arms I strain to hold
    A world within a broken grasp
    Whose struggles are too old."

    The days were long
    A summer scent still lingering in the air
    The frozen sea enveloped us
    With thoughts we'd fear to spare

    Tonight, you'd said, we'd find that place
    You spoke of long ago
    And when we finally reached the stars
    That was when I'd know

    A fool as I was back then,
    Even in the fading light,
    I hadn't had a single thought that
    You could possibly be right.

    But as we scaled that mountain side
    Fingers laced so very tight
    My teenaged eyes took in their first
    View of unshielded night.

    And this will be my final truth,
    I'll tell it once, behold:
    That if your star eyes fade before me
    No one else I'll ever hold.