Meadow - Espers

The sun inside your eyes sends me impossibly

Through seasons spilling fluid time like arteries of gold

Beside this tree of oak and moss most innocently

The sedentary song describes our willingness to lie

Between your red and golden skin most innocently

Together like two meadows one, too soon our course is run

In softness as in stone we find regretably

The solitary song describes our willingness to die